Far Too In

[Verse 1: Fo’ Clips]
I’m blowin’ helluva smoke out this four door sedan DeVille
Cause some fame from the hood like “Ey niggas they killed”
Still gotta maintain
Can’t forget that the government steadily messin’ up thangs
We up against the wall and they still throwin’ laws at us
Super people let the Tech rat-tat-tat-tat us
Can’t see these BGs spittin’ with hollow tips
So hide in your cage ‘cause this the nation trip
Splittin’ wigs with this .45
So devil get nothin’ but closed eyes messin’ with a do or die
So white boys keep floodin’ nigga
I’m drinkin’ forties ’til the ?? with my finger on the trigger
Label me a threat to America
And Pete Wilson we gon’ bury ya, one strike got you scared of us
Can’t trip with a Compton nut
Kickin’ butt with my all-black Chucks
We don’t need your assistance
Fo’ Clips straight down with the muslim religion
Keep my strap tucked, no safety pin
Something for my brothers that’s far too in

[Verse 2: K-Tone]
It’s K-T-O-N-E ‘bouts to bank and dip
Contemplatin’ ‘bout some paper with the dank and lit
Should I insert the fully loaded clip into the bottom of the G
Into the L-O-C and flip, or should I just
C like the psycho nut G that I am?
Caught myself a quarter key and get my serve but damn
That mean I got to stand the hell out in the cold ass weather
Sellin’ crack and lil’ sacks, fuck that, so wonder should I
Kick back and wait five to twelve to eight
But hold it, I’m a G, and a G can’t fade it
I can’t do a twelve to eight, nine to five
I can’t be waitin’ on no short ass ?? shh
Whatever the script I can’t win
‘Cause of the twisted state of mind, I’m far too in
So to a mo’ better planet I’m thinkin’ come
I’ma reset the ?? to this dank and smoke some

[Verse 3: Dusty]
Far too in with the homie Fo’ Clips, trips
My nigga it’s Dust, I’m bustin’ over this Dangerous, I gets
Down with the quarter pizzound
Flippin’ them bricks to fix my lip in situations, skatin’ like Daytons
Police be waitin’ for that anticipation
No debatin’ with niggas that slip, but aw shit, illegitimate
To set me back, so I kinda rotate
Fully mags upon that scene with them cold ass raps that taps
?? insane to the brain with E
Short to mention, explanations of a G
One clip for the devil that’s caught in me
Then three more for the judge, the bailiff and jury
Got techniques, be the ??
It’s pimp style from the Bay to the Valley all up in Cali
Hittin’ the corners with the benz, in a ?? blend
Like them ?? proper I’m far too in

[Verse 4: Fo’ Clips]
How should a motherfucker let loose? I’m havin’ pressure from this gin and juice
Far too in, can I win with this Mac-10?
High shells from the barrell then I’m all in
A nigga stay high ’til this very day
I’m catchin’ fools slippin’ smooth with that AK
That I choose to come into this world of fools
Just label me a menace with that ghetto tooth
It don’ stop, the streets is kinda hot, shakin’ the cops
Off them ghetto blocks, shouts from down under buckin’ on them undercovers
Ain’t no love for them land lovers
I’m on a mission to win ‘cause I’m far too in
Puttin’ it down for the C-O-M-P-T-O-N