51 Deep Lyrics by T-Rock

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[Verse] Uh, I was raised rugged and ruthless, still loving the music Saving advice as a youngster, leave niggaz mugging and toothless I was a beginner, enduring the pain of a vet Gaining respect, chin-checking bullets, and staining their flesh Deranged by the cess, sober days, and high nights plenty Too much of California cess'll make your eyesight dreary Pioneering the market, tracking fear in my target Cause in the beef, niggas' spirit can disappear from their carcass You know our status, we College Park niggas the baddest Soldiers with automatics, like Percy is with the title-clashes Instead, it's not mythical, with lead, I'm despicable Remaining on point, like infrareds from my syllables And when the smoke diminish, I'll be standing alone Humungous dollars to spend, I'm loving mammalous roams Dozen mansions and homes for all my people And 50 killers standing with chromes, we living lethal, we living lethal [Chorus x2] We roll 51 deep, all my South-coast niggas roll We roll 51 deep, all my 3rd-coast niggas roll We roll 51 deep, all my West-coast niggas And my Midwest-niggas and my East-coast niggas roll [T-Rock] Man, y'all motherfuckers want to know why I'm dissing Three Six? Three Six a bunch of bitch made, busta ass niggas I ain't tell you about that time Juicy J ate this bitch named Jessica, on her period? In front of the whole fucking click, now what the fuck was that? And I ain't also tell you about how DJ Paul used to always talk all this shit About Gangsta Boo this, Gangsta Boo this, Gangsta Boo that [T-Rock imitating DJ Paul] You ain't never smelled Gangsta Boo breath? [T-Rock] And then he turn around, he licking the hoe ass and shit So what the hell your breath smell like You motherfucking rotten gold tooth, bitch made, busta ass nigga? Cut your little small arm off, and fuck you up with it nigga You can't fuck with this nigga We rollin 51 deep, and fuck the 6 nigga Cause it's Area 51 on mine, Dirty Dozen, A-Town, College Park nigga, uhh!

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