Brotha Lynch Hung - Deep Down Lyrics
[Brotha Lynch]Yeah I could load a 9 up everyday, but whyMy locc's told me homie make them tapesAnd keep that 24 block aliveBut if I feel I'm in need, I got's to rideCarry a 9 for straight business, not just a sideMan it's the night-mare, creepin up in the cutI'm hittin dice games, barbeques, no matter whatThe things I've seen'll make ya throw upFlaunt your flag, shoot your gats, hit your dankWhere I'm from that's how ya grow upMan it's that wicked and 9 millimeterCarrier bein stereo-typed dailyYa got's to feel me, foo it's that babyKillas run around everyday that's why I'm strappedYa heard it I got my own back-fadeOut into the 'lac and hit the city of SacThem homies given me thatBut you got them fools that want a foe thenThey wonderin why I'm carryin me a 12 gauge pumpMan I ain't no punkThe average everyday thug that's how it soundsI'm defendin myself, and loadin that miliAnd leaving em layin[Chorus] X 4Deep down, there's a place for hope[Mr. Doctor]I guess it's hard to explain why I'm feelin how I'm feelinI guess I'm feelin sorrow cus my homies got some stealinAnd foos would say that it's my fault I betSee cus I wasn't strapped yo, but I can't ***** my setHow could I know that them foos would blast?Later on, on my folksIt's funny how this bangin's got its different strokesI think about my loccs and how they made itThough I'm stressin from the factThey gotta suffer from a bullet holeAnd Mr. Doctor just don't have hope loccIt's only been a month, since my last down partner got smokedAnd rivals is d
