Too Deep to Breathe DJ Paul & Lord Infamous

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yo, Scarecrow
This the last mothafuckin' song on the tape
So we gotta drop some old laid back, pimp ass shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
For all them real mothafuckin' gangstas

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Smokin' on them hotsticks, got me fucked up in the brain
Bumpin' that DJ Paul 15 and smokin' that real shit got me insane
'Cause when I mix the Triple 6 with that fuckin' pipe
I turn a nice silent night into a deadly fright night
My eyes get red, I start lookin' at my fat Glock
And then I look at the Scarecrow
I wanna shoot him in his face spot
I don't know what I'm doin', I start prayin' to myself
The first power gave my life, but I'ma give myself my death
I put the Glock to my head, but first I take another puff
My whole life is passin' by
My past life is filled with crazy stuff
The shit I did in the past make me really wanna go
Shit like shootin' on these bustas
Whippin' and talkin' about these ho's
'Cause when I get full of dope, I'm runnin' through anything
And I stay high because I'm smokin' on that weed, mane
But, for the '94, all these bustas I done seen
Constantly shootin' and kickin', it's too deep for you to breathe, breathe