Deep Cover Lyrics

Tonight's the night I get in some shit [Yeah]
Deep cover on the incognito tip.
Killin' motherfuckers if I have to
Peelin' caps too cause you niggas know I'm comin' at you.
I guess that's part of the game
But I feel for the nigger who thinks he just gonna come and chance
Things
With the swiftness so get it right with the quickness
And let me handle my business yo.
I'm on a mission and my mission won't stop
Until I get the nigger maxin' at the top.
I hope you get his ass before he drops.
Kingpin kickin' back while his workers sling his rocks.
Coming up like a fat rat.
Big money, big cars, big body guards on his back.
So it's difficult to get him.
But I got the hook up with somebody who knows how to get in contact
With

Him.
Hit him like this and like that,
Let 'em know that I'll make it for a big fat dope sack
What is this pen? so let's rush it.
If you want to handle it tonight we'll discuss it
On the nigga's time, in the nigga's place,
Take a strap just in case one of his boys recognize my face.
Cause he's a sheisty motherfucker,
But I gives a fuck, cause I'm going deep cover.
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Creep with me as I crawl through the hood,
Maniac, lunatic, call 'em Snoop Eastwood
Kickin' dust as I bust fuck peace
And, the mothafuckin' drug police
You already know I gives a fuck about a cop
So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop
Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do
Take your ass on a mission with the boys in blue
Dre, (whatup, Snoop) yo I got the feelin'
Tonight's the night like Betty Wright, and I'm chillin'
Killin', feelin', no remorse, yeah
So lets go straight to the motherfuckin' source
And see what we can find
Crooked ass cops that be gettin niggaz a gang of times
And now they want to make a deal with me
Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me
And make my pockets bigger
They want to meet with me tonight at 7:00, so whassup nigger?
What you want to do? (What you want to do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin' 22
So if you want to blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Six fo' five was the time on the clock,
When me and my homey bailed in the parking lot.
The scene looked strange and it felt like a set up
Better not be, cause if it is, they're getting lit up.
Oh here they come from the back and they laxed.
I'm checkin for the gats they strap, so what's up black?
Chill, lets hit a deal, if it ain't up to what you feel then grab your
Steel.
Right, so, what you motherfuckers gonna come at me with?
Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip.
Cause you can save that shit. Guess what they told me?
'We give you 20 G's if you snitch on your homey,
We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush,
Oh yeah, but you got to sell dope for us."
Hmmm, let me think about it
Turned my back and grabbed my gat and guess what I told him before I
Shot
It:
'If you don't quit, yeah, if you don't stop, yeah, I'm lettin' my gat
Pop'
Cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Songwriters
BROADUS, CALVIN / WOLFE, COLIN FITZROY / YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL /Published by
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