Songtexte:
N2Deep Ya Gotta Go

to survive, gotta be true Nigga think just cause we squashed that beef, thats it You might be thinkin like me, I think forgive and dont forget I gotta trick under my sleeve Ridin four deep

papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray

and kill fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, See [Chorus] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who

t no problem, baby (bitch) Smoked out in high school Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken Gotta get paid we in the kitchen Cooking up grade and baby go on go

y'all wouldn't even matter Scattered. Run for the border Your career is getting shorter Nigga, better hide 'cause I already warned ya Mo Thug Records taking over I told ya

that'll hurt ya Serve and murda all bustas now, Hard times gotta grind get mine, Even if it means pap that's ya life, And a nigga gotta die by the sword

) My Mo Thugs won't never lose (Don't ya know your gonna lose!) We are the thugs Yeah, we be those children (Gotta be that child) We gotta keep on

call at 2 n the morning [Chorus: Ice Cube] Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep when she did the freak with me Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep

Yeah! [Rap: Da Brat] I gotta shake you off You like a bad habit that I gotta break so I'm taking off Forsaking it all, all in ya face At point blank