Beyond Deep (S.A.S)

Lord forgive me, I know the lord is with me I keep my forefoot and balls, you got floss to stick me It's simple B, when will they begin to see They tryna murk niggaz, but it's better him than me They say ya live by the gun Ya die by the gun I'll be dumb not to be strapped when I ride through the slums 'Fore I got in the game I never thought what'd the fame do Here's a warning, take caution, Mega's walking with angels It's a shame you under in the graves How it goes, nobody knows the number of they days and Karma comes back like a muthafucka On the other side, your mother cries, your brother suffers They want May & Mega to fail Get chedda, whatever the weather, so we better prevail I know the street codes end up dead or in jail But when you go, is it heaven or hell That's the question It's a heart-race to see it in our face That we're stuck in between a rock and a hard place The Don speaks, I'm on streets It's like the black grows out the concrete Beyond deep Live this life for real, life is real Yo this beat's therapeutic, it's a righteous feel But if ya threaten my life, I got the right to kill That's right I will, brother you should write your will It's like From London Town to Harlem, we re'd-up Getting funds and pounds of ass if we G'd up Make heart-racin' music, that car-chasin' Shootouts in broad day, movin' that Caucasian Cuz bitches used to feel me And I had a couple rhymes Niggaz tried to kill me On at least a couple times All that shit is real, see School, had to tuck the.9 You ain't takin' nuthin', I'm bussin', you wanna scuffle, fine Moving overseas was more than a risk-take Back in London streets we fought for that big plate Chicks on they knees like "How does this dick taste?" Trot through guys wings and tored off the mixtape Now we straight, no fools among us More mature, now May school the young'n's So stop telling lies of pies that you be peddling And give advice, words from the wise that you can tell a friend It's a heart-race to see it in our face That we're stuck in between a rock and a hard place The Don speaks, I'm on streets It's like the black grows out the concrete Beyond deep Live this life for real, life is real Yo this beat's therapeutic, it's a righteous feel But if ya threaten my life, I got the right to kill That's right I will, brother you should write your will It's like (2x)