In Too Deep

Yo, yo, yo, son
You ever felt a funny vibe
What you supposed to do?
And ya mans ain't ya mans
And ya friends ain't ya friends
And ya money ain't yours no more
Niggas wanna count your own money
Niggas wanna see what the fuck you got
You know what I'm sayin'?
Sometimes I gotta just take long trips and get away from this shit
I can't take this shit no more
This shit right here be fuckin' niggas like me up, you know what I'm sayin'?
I been exposed to too much for too long
All my niggas out there in the hoods and shit
That be burnin' that real shit
Put your fuckin' Phillies in the air
Your Backwoods, your White Owls, your Dutches'
And we gon' smoke and gon' ride to this shit right here, you know what I'm sayin'?
This is that shit here, the soundtrack to the realness right here
Niggas in too deep, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's all real, what, what
Live, nigga what, what, nigga

Uh
Yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo, I think of dead homies
Incarcerated penpal I got the feds on me
Unconstipated mental
Always rains in the ghetto, it's pain in the ghetto
Caskets do you believe in angels or devils?
Welfare it's dark and there's no help here
Killer cops shootin' black kids to instill fear
But we still here, not afraid cracks is made, stacks is made
A G'll get you gats to spray
At my man's funeral it's like know body cared
But when police get shot, the mayor, everybody there
Graffiti on the lobby stairs, kids with naughty heads greedy
Soldiers fall, faces painted on the wall
I was born to ball
Rin's you can't afford, name a clothes line, I done worn it all
To dictate the naked soul of Nas, Henny, four-five
Hoes with thick thighs be the wives of rich guys
Never trust a bitch, 'cause a bitch lies
Enemies close, 'cause friends switch sides when shit gets live
I'm dealin' with lot of pressure, I'm in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets

You want war, I'ma give you war
I'm in too deep
You want peace, I'ma give you peace
Raised in the streets
You want love, I'ma show you love
Life of a thug
There's no love for me in these streets
I'm in too deep
It's just hustlers in the streets (uh, yo)
Raised in the streets

Ayy, yo
When you in too deep, you better climb out and find out
Are you the one they lookin' at 'cause when you lookin' back
It show signs of fear if the drama's severe
I see scars startin' off at the side of they're ear
Endin' up by the jaw of the throat, another law broke
I try to patch it, white kids is buyin' acid
Closin' down spots, poppin' a knot
Heard the foreman's use binoculars watchin' the blocks
Call him hantom of the tapes
I'm the phantom of wax
Now meet the man behind the music, examin' the facts
I use it to my advantage, do this shit everyday
Like sneakin' gats up in grade eight
Six Flags catch me gettin' on the popular rides
If a nigga violate, he gettin' popped in the line
Small hot ones locked in his spine
Transformed, roll out, pass it off to my man, no doubt
I keep six disguises, six shirts in the trunk
Imagine it gets six times worse when I'm drunk
Prepare for death in the first of the month
Open and rise, it's right here in front of you open your eyes
I can't explain it 'cause isn't normal
Is niggas loyal, I talk about life and live it for you, this shit is soil
Like the dirt that I walk on, you talk on
Used to have love for ya, now it's all gone, it's all wrong

You want war, I'ma give you war
I'm in too deep
You want peace, I'ma give you peace
Raised in the streets
You want love, I'ma show you love
Life of a thug
There's no love for me in these streets
I'm in too deep
It's just hustlers in the streets
Raised in the streets