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In too deep





Nature: (talking)



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

Shit gets 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

In too deep





Nature: (talking)



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

Shit gets 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

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