Deep Into the Woods lyrics

Chorus:

Deep into the woods (x4)

Verse 1:

Late at night I'm spooked I stay quiet talking to the 10's
(?) evil sins
Creep in the light yes I'm lickin' bud I'm seated dog
Westwood Street where I be where them n*ggas born hard
Lurking to the other side, the lake is where I kinda lay
Stay, on my hustle clockin' cheese but I'm in a daze
Throw a busta sucker that betrayin' on my damn style
Killer put 'em in my path leave their bodies smelling foul
Put them n*ggas through my torture yes them voices in my head
Bustas pull my f*cking leg take my weed is what they say
Ridin' through my hood I'm the Reaper just like Robin Hood
Keep on talking dammit sh*t into the deepness of the wood

Chorus:

Deep into the woods (x6)

Verse 2:

My hood has got me evil I can't even begin to tell you how
I'm drinking on them 40s and the shawty's with my n*gga Tap
We smoking so much dope I caught them chokin' sh*t got outta hand
Anna with some n*ggas 'caught my sh*t and try to do 'em in
Hanging out the window Westwood n*gga motherf*cking thugs
Introduce you to the Texas clip that's filled with dirty slugs
They hanging 'round the lake I guess it's great so late at night I creep
Catch you b*tches slipping Devil worshippers commencing me
I'm dancing with my TEC and screaming "busta n*ggas lay it down!"
Cold hearted killa on the steezo with a f*cking frown
Now won't let that sh*t go that's how it go I keep it real you see
Sweet talk f*cking at you hoe forever you my enemy
Chorus:

Deep into the woods (x6)

Verse 3:

I got a chrome buddy dropping helicopters in my neighborhood
Looking for a murderer who on the streets of Westwood
Quickly diss my nina and the bushes where I know it's hid
Waiting till the coast is clear and grab my weapon quick you dead
Run around the corner as with a 40 pound
So I take a line or two to give my puzzle mad (?)
Tell my n*ggas situation was going on (?)
So we grab our guns you know it's on we going and rob a trick
Telling bustas lay it down don't make you blow his brain trick
But one boy got outta hand now I popped six slugs up in that b*tch
I left the track in misery remember me I'm from the wood
Stangin' like a bumblebee, to make my business understood

Chorus:

Deep into the woods (x6), Westwood that is
Deep into the woods (x6), Westwood that is
Deep into the woods (x3), b*tch