In too deep

Yo yo yo son
You ever felt the funny vibe
But youre supposed to do?
When ya mans aint ya mans
And ya friends aint ya friends
Ya money aint yours anymore
Niggas wanna count your money
Niggas wanna see what the fuck you got

You know what Im sayin
Sometimes I gotta just take long trips and
Get away from this shit
I cant 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 the soundtrack to the
Realness right here
Niggaz in too deep knowhatimsayin
Its all real all live nigga what what nigga

Nas:
Yo a yo a yo a yo
I thank a dead homey
Incarcerated penpal I got the feds on me
A constapated mental
Always ranged in the ghetto its pain in
The ghetto
Caskets do u believe in angels or devils?
Welfare its dark and theres 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 mans funeral its like nobody care
But when 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 cant afford name a clothes line i
Then worn it before
Dictate the naked soul of nas henny four fives
Hoes with thick thighs be the wives of rich
Guys
Never trust a bitch cuz a bitch lies
Enemys close cuz friends switch sides when
Shitgets live
Dealin with a lot of pressure Im in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets

Chorus:

Nature: you want war imma give u war
Nas: Im in too deep
Nature: you want peace imma give u peace
Nas: raised in the streets
Nature: you want love imma show u love
Nas: life of a thug
Nature: theres no love for me in these
Streets
Nas: Im in too deep
Nature: its just hustlers in the streets
Nas: raised in the streets

Nature:

Yo a yo
When you in too deep you better climb out and
Find out
Are you the one they looking at cuz when you
Looking back
Its your time to fear if the dramas severe
I see scars starting off at the side of
Theyre 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
Im 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 Im drunk
Prepare for death first of the month
Open and rise, ts right here in front of you
Open your eyes
I cant explain it cuz its 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 now its all gone
All gone

Chorus:

Nature: you want war imma give u war
Nas: Im in too deep
Nature: you want peace imma give u peace
Nas: raised in the streets
Nature: you want love imma show u love
Nas: life of a thug
Nature: theres no love for me in these
Streets
Nas: Im in too deep
Nature: its just hustlers in the streets
Nas: raised in the streets