Nas And Nature - In Too Deep lyrics

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<b>In Too Deep</b> by <i>Nas And Nature</i><br />

Yo, yo, yo son, you ever felt a funny vibe

What you supposed to do?

And ya man's ain't ya man's

And ya friend's ain't ya friend's

And ya money ain't yours anymore

And niggas wanna count your money

Niggas wanna see what the fuck you got

You know what I'm sayin'

Sometimes I gotta take long trips

And get away from this shit

I can't take this shit no more

This shit right here be fucking niggas

Like me up knowhatimsayin'

I been exposed to too much and too long

All my niggaz out there in the hood and shit

That be bringing that real shit, put your fucking Phillies in the air

Your back woods your white owl

Your dutchess and we goin' smoke and ride to this shit right here

This that real shit here, this is the soundtrack

To the realness right here

Niggaz in too deep knowhatimsayin'

It's all real, all live nigga, what, what nigga

Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo, I thank a dead homey

Incarcerated penpal I got the feds on me a constapated mental

Always ranged 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

Killing cops, shooting black kids the instill fear

But we still here not afraid cracks is made stacks get made

A "G" will get you gats sprayed

At my man's funeral it's like nobody care

The police get shot the mayor and everybody there

Grafitti on the lobby stairs kids with notty heads is greedy

Soldiers small faces painted on the walls, I was born to ball

Rings you can't afford name a clothes line I then worn it before

Dictate the naked soul of Nas henny four fives

Hoe's with thick thighs be the wives of rich guys

Never trust a bitch 'cuz a bitch lies

Enemys close 'cuz friends switch sides when shit gets live

Dealin' with a lot of pressure I'm in too deep

Life of a thug born and raised in the streets

You want war, I'mma give you war

I'm in too deep

You want peace, I'mma give you peace

Raised in the streets

You want love, I'mma 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

Yo, ayo

When you in too deep you better climb out and find out

Are you the one they looking at 'cuz when you looking back

It's your time to fear if the drama's severe

I see scars starting off at the side of they're ear

Ending up by the jaw of the throat another law broke

I try to patch it white kids is buying acid

Closing down spots popping a knot

Heard the foremores use binoculars watchin' the blocks

Calling phantom on the tape, I'm the phantom of the wax

Now meat the man behind the music examing the facts

I use it, to my advantage do this shit everyday

Like sneaking gats up in grade eight

Six Flags catch me getting on the popular rides

If a nigga violate he get top of the line

Small hot ones locked in the spines

Transformed roll out pass it off to my man no doubt

I keep shits disguising six shirts in the trunk

Imagin it gets six times worse when I'm drunk

Prepare for death first of the month

Open and rise, t's right here in front of you open your eyes

I can't explain it 'cuz it's not 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

You say I had love for ya know it's all gone all gone

You want war, I'mma give you war

I'm in too deep

You want peace, I'mma give you peace

Raised in the streets

You want love, I'mma 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