power Deep in Hell they die Oh, Deep in Hell Oh, Deep in Hell They're so Deep in Hell So Deep, so Deep, so Deep in Hell Deep in Hell
everything, like a jacker Fuck stay in the FED, I roll one deep with my infrarizzed Leaving a bald spot, in a Z-Ro hater's head [Hook:] I live the thug
straight selling c.d.'s [Hook x2] [Lil' Keke:] I get it how I live, that's why I'm thugging to death I'm one deep up in the houpe, cause I ain't gon
m gon' live how I live - how else you want a nigga to live? I'm gon' do, what I do I'm gon' say, what I say I'm gon' live how I live - how do you want
enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row [Tupac sings] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was
me a number of less fortunate rappers have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row records
. It's like I can't even breathe. I'm from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street. Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene. Mobb Deep
into the skies the cries can be heard The word is obscene unwashed and unclean Wreaking havoc for the hell of it Whilst digging deep and developing a
Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets Deep
take a good look deep into these thuggish ruggish eyes. See the thugstas cry. And I'm askin' the good Lord "Why?" and sigh, He told me we lived to die
shades of darkness In the world around you Finally insanity In death has found you. On the edge of life Trying to pull you under Deep inside the storm
His shadow will consume you from within This power that I sense Been raged behind those eyes This justice straddling ghost A spirit deep inside
and the thugs To my prayers and hope that he hears it Little kids in the street Never sleep never eat Carry burdens of their mommas' and the papas' To the hell
but deep in their hearts Satan is lurking, and he will break out Always someone at your back only waiting to attack [Chorus] Phantoms of death, Phantoms of death
never lose touch, living ready, This is the hard road cargo hitting heavy. Verse 8 ? Robby Balboa Robby Balboa bless the text, Deliver you ticket to death
Ladies and gentlemen Welcome to your death Now let's see where you're headed Turn the crank And experience was in store for you Deep with the mighty Riddlebox
Blood runs everywhere The figure stands expressionless Impassive and alone Unmoved by this victory And the seeds of death he's sown Sworn to avenge condemn to hell
