Too Deep to Breathe lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yo, Scarecrow
This the last mothaf*ckin' song on the tape
So we gotta drop some old laid back, pimp ass sh*t
You know what I'm sayin'?
For all them real mothaf*ckin' gangstas

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Smokin' on them hotsticks, got me f*cked up in the brain
Bumpin' that DJ Paul 15 and smokin' that real sh*t got me insane
'Cause when I mix the Triple 6 with that f*ckin' pipe
I turn a nice silent night into a deadly fright night
My eyes get red, I start lookin' at my fat Glock
And then I look at the Scarecrow
I wanna shoot him in his face spot
I don't know what I'm doin', I start prayin' to myself
The first power gave my life, but I'ma give myself my death
I put the Glock to my head, but first I take another puff
My whole life is passin' by
My past life is filled with crazy stuff
The sh*t I did in the past make me really wanna go
sh*t like shootin' on these bustas
Whippin' and talkin' about these ho's
'Cause when I get full of dope, I'm runnin' through anything
And I stay high because I'm smokin' on that weed, mane
But, for the '94, all these bustas I done seen
Constantly shootin' and kickin', it's too deep for you to breathe, breathe
[Chorus: Spice-1]
I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothaf*ckin' shorts
And do a-do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on
I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothaf*ckin' shorts
And, Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, came my techs from the bushes
(I blast with no heart)
I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothaf*ckin' shorts
And A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, n*gga
A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, n*gga
Do- do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous, DJ Paul, Both]
Scope from the eyes, 'til there’s nothin' but some suds
Stayin' on my toes, 'cause if I slip, I'm catchin' slugs
I'm not really f*cked up about gettin' my ass put behind bars
'Cause nowadays, n*ggas try to pull ho cards
Gotta have steel, gotta keep steel, that's real, see
'Cause these n*ggas wanna be like Menace II Society
Always gotta have they ass deep in some f*ckin' dirt
Tryna spill blood on a n*ggas mothaf*ckin' shirt
The search, for underground artillery distribution
Packed like sardines in a criminal institution
Talk plenty crazy sh*t when standin' with they homies
Busta type b*tches, mane, these n*ggas so damn phony
Need to sit they ass somewhere up in a damn library
Sideline suckas, know what I'm sayin'? Strictly commentary
But the Scarecrow keep somethin' up his sleeve
Damn, fool, you don't know? it's too deep for you to breathe
[Chorus: Spice-1]
I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothaf*ckin' shorts
And, do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on
I'm-I'm sick up in the game, I'll take no mothaf*ckin' shorts
And do a-do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on
I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothaf*ckin' shorts
And do a-do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on
I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothaf*ckin' shorts
A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, n*gga
I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothaf*ckin' shorts
A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, n*gga
I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothaf*ckin' shorts
A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, A-AK
I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothaf*ckin' shorts
A-AK blast on that ass if in my way
I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothaf*ckin' shorts
AK, AK blast on that ass if in my way, n*gga