Chorus:

Deep into the woods (x4)

Verse 1:

Late at night I'm spooked I stay quiet talking to the 10's
(?) evil sins
Creep in the light yes I'm lickin' bud I'm seated dog
Westwood Street where I be where them n***as born hard
Lurking to the other side, the lake is where I kinda lay
Stay, on my hustle clockin' cheese but I'm in a daze
Throw a busta sucker that betrayin' on my damn style
Killer put 'em in my path leave their bodies smelling foul
Put them n***as through my torture yes them voices in my head
Bustas pull my fucking leg take my weed is what they say
Ridin' through my hood I'm the Reaper just like Robin Hood
Keep on talking dammit shit into the deepness of the wood

Chorus:

Deep into the woods (x6)

Verse 2:

My hood has got me evil I can't even begin to tell you how
I'm drinking on them 40s and the shawty's with my n***a Tap
We smoking so much dope I caught them chokin' shit got outta hand
Anna with some n***as 'caught my shit and try to do 'em in
Hanging out the window Westwood n***a motherfucking thugs
Introduce you to the Texas clip that's filled with dirty slugs
They hanging 'round the lake I guess it's great so late at night I creep
Catch you bitches slipping Devil worshippers commencing me
I'm dancing with my TEC and screaming "busta n***as lay it down!"
Cold hearted killa on the steezo with a fucking frown
Now won't let that shit go that's how it go I keep it real you see
Sweet talk fucking at you hoe forever you my enemy
Chorus:

Deep into the woods (x6)

Verse 3:

I got a chrome buddy dropping helicopters in my neighborhood
Looking for a murderer who on the streets of Westwood
Quickly diss my nina and the bushes where I know it's hid
Waiting till the coast is clear and grab my weapon quick you dead
Run around the corner as with a 40 pound
So I take a line or two to give my puzzle mad (?)
Tell my n***as situation was going on (?)
So we grab our guns you know it's on we going and rob a trick
Telling bustas lay it down don't make you blow his brain trick
But one boy got outta hand now I popped six slugs up in that bitch
I left the track in misery remember me I'm from the wood
Stangin' like a bumblebee, to make my business understood

Chorus:

Deep into the woods (x6), Westwood that is
Deep into the woods (x6), Westwood that is
Deep into the woods (x3), bitch