[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Strikin' through the deuce with a 40 in my mouth
The n***a with the rep of atheismistic doubt
Rippin' the label off the 4-0, based on the fact
I got respect for my dead folks, props for my n***a locs
187's in the hood, I can't say shit
One-time thinkin' it was premeditated
I could eat a view from the deuce-fo' block
40 in my mind, makin' me think I'm gon' get shot
In deuce-fo' deep, the n***a with the sickness
A n***a with hella enemies, always cool and 86'd
N***as from the hood ended up provin' they was a snitch
Fuck it, created the X-Raided, now I'm tryin' to get rich
Ain't that a bitch? That snitch, nothin', nothin'
Motherfuckers mad cause they can't make tapes
And I gotta get paid, so I can buy my 4-0
To live the atheist life that I was brainwashed to know
N***as run up every day, wantin' to get some
I told them who runs the motherfucker flow and then some
Win some, lose some, like a nightmare
I got enough shit on my mind, I just can't care
I'm on the run, runnin' from who's-ever gun is aimin'
I'm all up in the middle of shit and ain't even claimin'
Tryin' to survive in the hood is hard enough
Cause them n***as already thinkin' I'm claimin' Creek Mobb
Trippin' on gettin' snuffed by the view, smoke in the Gardens
Stayin' out the creek, cause it's hot and hella hard to get
A dub up without gettin' caught, and them n***as know it
Drinkin' that 4-0 ounce, in case I'm shot, I wanna be drunk
And don't feel it, that n***a, that n***a that raised the shit
Raised a Crip, but really can't fade the shit no more
But out of respect, I just can't gangbang
I'm in it 24 deep, you got funk? Then n***a, slang
[X-Raided's "Fuckin Wit a Psycho"]
("Based on the fact I put it on the motherfuckin' four...")
("They know I'm crazy, but they just didn't get convicted...")
("Based on the fact I put it on the motherfuckin' four...")
("Just another day in the life of a psycho...")
("Based on the fact I put it on the motherfuckin' four...")
("Just another day in the life of a psycho...")
("Based on the fact I put it on the motherfuckin' four...")
("Just another day in the life of a psycho...")

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Drinkin' while I'm sittin' in my room with the lights off
Voices in my head, tellin' me, "N***a, that's fucked up!"
X is doin' time, so he can't get got, but now I'm
Livin' up in the deuce and I can still get shot
So I'mma slang 'em, slang 'em like a motherfuckin' half-ounce
Trippin' off the four ounce, the four to the fuckin' ounce
To the bounce, every gat, but I'mma still put some work in
Wearin' black in the deuce, a n***a lurkin', full of juice
Bought from the wretched, the X-Raided, settin' 'em flex
Waited, that n***a had to murder before he made it
Now he's doin' 30 to death row
He said he always wanted the devil to have his soul
Young n***a, I wish I coulda told him what was up
Fuckin' with the so-called devil will get you fucked
I woulda told him, that n***a, he killin' the bitches all the time
But never knew that n***a would murder and try to ditch a crime
I never knew, I heard of a n***a that snitched, but now the sign
Is every fool that deals with the devil is through
Me, I'm a psycho, me Mama might go ill when she find out
Her baby's makin' criminals, that n***a, that mic' man critical
That n***a that lynched, that critical criminal hinges on the loose
So whoever I knocked, you think I'm down, I got the juice
Now all I need is a motherfuccin' Glock, D
Up in the block and in the Creek, livin' 24 deep
[X-Raided's "Fuckin Wit a Psycho"]
("Based on the fact I put it on the motherfuckin' four...")
("They know I'm crazy, but they just didn't get convicted...")
("Based on the fact I put it on the motherfuckin' four...")
("Just another day in the life of a psycho...")
("Based on the fact I put it on the motherfuckin' four...")
("Just another day in the life of a psycho...")
("Based on the fact I put it on the motherfuckin' four...")
("Just another day in the life...")

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Droppin' it like this, sittin' in the crib, 12 o'clock
Half-lit, lookin' for a Glock, so I stop
By the phone it's ringin' and I wanted a gat
It's X-Raided, he made it to the hood, n***a, where you at?
That n***a said, "'Round the corner at the pay phone"
"I got the dank, I got the crew and the nine, loc, you know it's on"
Let it be known, I'm a motherfuckin' psycho from the deuce
And all my other n***as got the same juice
But when it comes to trustin' n***as, I can't fade it
Frontin' n***as like a game, so I played it
Half-dead fools got me gang-related
A new n***a wanna kill me every day, shit
For every n***a that pull a Glock on me
I'm not dyin', n***a, that's not gon' be
I keep tryin' to get myself up out this shit
But all the n***as I know still gon' be claimin' me Crip
I'm not trippin', whenever they want the flow, they go
My n***as all know the antidote'll be smokin' a n***a's dome
So until I die, that's how it's gon' be, in the blocc
24th Street, n***a, livin' 24 deep