(feat. Max Minelli)



We Deep 

(Yeh Suh!) 

We Creep 

(Yeh Suh!) 

We throw, we blow 

(Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 

We Fly 

(Yeh Suh!) 

No Lie 

(Yeh Suh!) 

Off the Trank and the dank so High 

(Yeh Suh!) 

It's my arrival, and my survival 

I'm skyin higher then messiah an' his bible 

Watch for that rifle 

Watch for that psycho 

Yo breezy chosen, n she lookin' kinda tight though 



Now if you talk that talk 

ya better walk that walk 

don't let this pretty face fool ya 

'cuz I'm a savage 

like a Dallas Maverick 

Got nephews that'll do ya 

Snatch that jeerzy off your skeleton with the quickness 

And if its wall ta wall betta gaurd your jaw we handlin bi'ness 

Servin this game like tennis we up in this mean Muggin 

Crackin the fuck up at them squares dream thuggin 

Blowin our trees cousin 

it gets sticky in the pain 

Tricky in the tank 

and don't miss me wit that dank 

500 on the street equals 65 G's 

In that Jordan briefcase like that boy from the piz 

Bigger then show biz 

so I'm stayin focused 

When they holla at the club 

"How much them blows is" 



We Deep 

(Yeh Suh!) 

We Creep 

(Yeh Suh!) 

We throw, we blow 

(Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 

We Fly 

(Yeh Suh!) 

No Lie 

(Yeh Suh!) 

Off the Trank and the dank so High 

(Yeh Suh!) 



We Deep 

(Yeh Suh!) 

We Creep 

(Yeh Suh!) 

We throw, we blow 

(Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 

We Fly 

(Yeh Suh!) 

No Lie 

(Yeh Suh!) 

Off the Trank and the dank so High 

(Yeh Suh!) 



I remember when my thugz 

showed me how ta slang heat Hollerin 

fixin how ta talk man we gona bring beat Ya 

now guess what I'm goin through and this what I stand fo 

Thuggin ain't that legal but I'm doin what I can boy 

But I sound small I as I is 

sound as raw as I is 

I pop n lift mic's while I bench press heads 

Down is all in it 

see niggaz ballin in it 

Aiighty, tellin a sad story we know why I got it 

Niggas bad at the game they ain't showin no love 

Thats cold nigga deal with it show'em you thug 

Havin, Partnah's in prision n a few dead friends 

was the Streets way of showin me two dead ends 

then the beats got to showin me you can make ends 

Goin hard in the pank when the pussy boys can't 

One thug that had some said that boy Bash 

That manilla world send max pain comin for that ass. YESSAH! 



We Deep 

(Yeh Suh!) 

We Creep 

(Yeh Suh!) 

We throw, we blow 

(Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 

We Fly 

(Yeh Suh!) 

No Lie 

(Yeh Suh!) 

Off the Trank and the dank so High 

(Yeh Suh!) 



We Deep 

(Yeh Suh!) 

We Creep 

(Yeh Suh!) 

We throw, we blow 

(Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 

We Fly 

(Yeh Suh!) 

No Lie 

(Yeh Suh!) 

Off the Trank and the dank so High 

(Yeh Suh!) 



I'm just a mack man 

I'm just a mack man 

and if its crackin where you mackin where you at man 

I'm just a mack man 

I'm just a mack man 

and if its crackin where you mackin where you at man 

I'm just a mack man 

I'm just a mack man 

and if its crackin where you mackin where you at man 

I'm just a mack man 

I'm just a mack man 

and if its crackin where you mackin where you at man 



We Deep 

(Yeh Suh!) 

We Creep 

(Yeh Suh!) 

We throw, we blow 

(Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 

We Fly 

(Yeh Suh!) 

No Lie 

(Yeh Suh!) 

Off the Trank and the dank so High 

(Yeh Suh!)