see yo' ass next week, peace, yo that shit is deep Deeper and deeper, what can I do? Deeper and deeper, what can I do? Deeper and deeper, what can I do? Deeper and deeper
mean? (Yeah hell yeah, that's deep) Deeper and deeper .... "What can I do?" Deeper and deeper .... "What can I do?" "This is deep, but I'm goin deeper
moves that we?re making, got us on top of the world, you?re the boss?s girl, oooh, Baby You're The Boss's Girl, Baby You're The Boss's Girl Verse 2(
that we're making, got us on top of the world, you're the boss's girl, oooh, Baby You're The Boss's Girl, Baby You're The Boss's Girl [Verse 2 (Rick
some go getter ass niggaz fuck that waitin 'round some ol'lawyer ass warriors if you hatin 'round I lay you down with about eighty rounds I'm the savage, young boss
Drop it beat after beat My click is the HotBoy$ best believe we so Hot! And dangerous if we in to deep will clear the whole block No fake nuts at all nigga we roll to deep
: (Earl) It's the pick of the litter Mobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggers Yellin' at the trees like "Hey, hi mister" I'm Life Litter's official
: I wanna be a boss I wanna be a big boss I wanna boss the world around I wanna be the biggest boss that ever bossed the world around I wanna do it
You live and learn your life away But there below, your body must go Against the grain Like an old mule train Keeps pulling hard against the Here boy, there boy The boss
But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta
slangin' rocks and bustin' caps on you punk ass marcs fake ass G's bitch niggas with no heart i'm stayin' real till i'm 6 feet deep so when a nigga gone
: [Verse 1: Tupac] Now of course I want peace on the streets But realistically Painting perfect pictures ain't never work My misery was so deep
demons, cause they was killin me How can I be sure I'll be saved soon? Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon It's gettin deeper now, let me get
crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die Boss
standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul Though my life was hard with no remorse I absorb bomb less it's without protection for the boss
and you punk ass snitches (repeat 2X) Time to show these bustas who's boss Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed The game is deep, and thicker
