N 2 Deep lyrics

[Intro: MC Eiht | Scarface]
Geah
What up, n*ggas? (Ha-ha-ha, what's up, n*gga?)
The Compton psycho is back
Stompin' this sh*t for the nine-deuce (Yeah)
And check this out
My n*gga Scarface is in the motherf*ckin' house
Been walking down the block, with a pocket full of rocks, ha-ha-ha
What up, Eiht?
And we 'bout to drop some gangsta sh*t (Word up)
(Rap on)

[Verse 1: MC Eiht]
I guess it's true what they say
When you're too far gone ain't no turning back
And coming from the Compton mack, that's a f*ckin' fact
Livin' in the city where b*tches won't
Give up the pus*y for free, so a n*gga don't
So here's my story, another story about a n*gga
Who lives his life by the f*ckin' trigger
Gotta get my serve on, n*gga, you don't hear me though
Throw up the hood, might blast on 5-0
First I hit the Ides and get pumped up
Now I'm rollin' in the car kinda slumped up
I pop the glove box, then I reach the block
Then I plug your ass in the chest with the Glock
And that's how the sh*ts get done
I guess I'm a motherf*ckin' n*gga on the run
But I won't let them take me alive, so I don't sleep
'Cause, geah, I'm in too deep
[Interlude: Scarface]
Yeah, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, in too deep
Ain't no turnin' back
c*ck up your motherf*ckin' gauge
(Rap on)

[Verse 2: Scarface]
Mister Mister Scarface for the nine-deuce
n*ggas pack a .9, f*ck you, b*tch, I pack a .9, too
Millimeter Ruger for you hoes who try to flex nuts
You point your sh*t, I point my sh*t, come n*gga, now let's check nuts
Born a hustler, raised a hustler, never gonna stop, trick
Buck a hustler, motherf*cker, boy, you better die, b*tch
Found myself a buster, had the boy front me an O.Z
f*cked him out his money, worked my way up to a whole ki'
Now he's got some n*ggas trying to ball 'Face
Time to go to work, need some back, better call Eiht
Call my n*gga up, kicked the fundamentals
Two-way ticket, 3 o'clock, continental
Eiht rolled in with the motherf*ckin' task force
Bucked them hoes off, dropped him off at the airport
n*ggas don't ever f*ck with me
'Cause I'm a n*gga who plays the game for keeps
Drop you on your ass with the quickness, 'cause I'm in too deep

[Interlude: MC Eiht]
Geah
The criminals is in the motherf*ckin' house
(Rap on)
[Verse 3: MC Eiht]
Now they got us on the run, but we tired of runnin'
Got the Glocks all c*cked, let the fools keep coming
Scarface got the motherf*ckin' pump under the seat
So n*ggas better duck or your ass is f*cked, geah
The mad man with nuttin' to lose
So you better bring your strap or catch the blues
And um, or get served like a damn clucker, sucker
Or in the end be a short motherf*cker
Now them one-times is all on my back and
Heard that Eiht and Scarface peeled the cap and
They wanna gaffle us up, but it's a shame
Can't fade the best from Compton and the Midwest
So watch your back when the n*ggas step
'Cause the scene that what's left is your whole family's death
And fool don't sleep
'Cause sorry motherf*cker, we in too deep

[Outro: MC Eiht]
Geah, in your sh*t for the nine-deuce
MC Eiht in the motherf*ckin' house, with my n*gga Scarface and sh*t
DJ Slip in the motherf*ckin' house
And we killin' the sh*t off, geah, ha-ha-ha-ha
Geah