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In Too Deep
Nature: (talking)
Yo Yo Yo Son
You ever felt the funny vibe
But you're supposed to do?
When ya man's ain't ya man's
And ya friend's ain't ya friend's
ya money ain't yours anymore
wanna count your money
wanna see what the fk you got
You know what I'm sayin
sometimes I gotta just take long trips and
get away from this s**t
I can't take this s**t no more
This s**t right here be fking like
me up Knowhatimsayin
I been exposed to too much and too long
All my out there in the hood and s**t
That be bringing that real s**t
Put your fking Phillies in the air
Your Back Woods your White Owl
Your Dutchess and we goin smoke and ride to
this
s**t right here
This that real s**t the soundtrack to the
realness right here
in too deep knowhatimsayin
It's all real all live nigg* what what nigg*
Nas:
Yo A yo A yo A yo
I think of dead homies,
Incarcerated penpals, I got the feds on me
,A constapated mental
Always rains in the ghetto there's pain in
the ghetto
Caskets, do u believe in angels or devils?
Welfare, it's dark and there's no help here
Killer cops shooting black kids to instill
fear
But we still here not afraid cracks is made
stacks
is made
A "g" will get you gats to spray
At my man's funeral it's like nobody cared
But when police get shot the mayor,
everybody there
Grafitti on the lobby stairs kids with notty
hair , greedy
Soldiers fall faces painted on the walls
I was born to ball
Rings you can't afford name a clothes line I
done worn it all
To dictate the naked soul of Nas, henny fo' fives
Hoe's with thick thighs be the wives of rich
guys
Never trust a b*tch cuz a b*tch lies
Enemys close cuz friends switch sides when
s**t gets live
I'm dealin' with a lot of pressure, I'm in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets
Chorus:
Nature: You want war I'mma give u war
Nas: I'm 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: There's no love for me in these
streets
Nas: I'm in too deep
Nature: It's 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
and show signs of fear, the drama's severe
I see scars starting off at the side of
their ear
Ending up by the jaw or the throat, another
law broke
I try to patch it, white kids is buying acid
Closing down spots, popping a knot
I hear the foremores use binoculars watchin
the blocks
Calling phantom on the tape
I'm the phantom of wax
Now meet the man behind the music, examin the
facts
I use it to my advantage do this s**t
everyday
Like sneaking gats up in grade eight
Six Flags catch me getting on the popular
rides
If a nigg* violate he gettin popped on the line
Small hot ones locked in the spines
Transform, roll out, pass it off to my man no
doubt
I keep six disguises, six shirts in the
trunk
Imagin, 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 cuz it isn't normal
Is loyal? I talk about life and live it
for you, this s**t 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 gone
Chorus:
Nature: You want war I'mma give u war
Nas: I'm 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: There's no love for me in these
streets
Nas: I'm in too deep
Nature: It's just hustlers in the streets
Nas: Raised in the streets
