In Too Deep (from "In Too Deep" soundtrack)

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 saying
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 know what I'm saying
I been exposed to too much and too long
All my niggas 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 going smoke and ride to this shit right here
This that real shit here
This is the soundtrack to the realness right here
Niggas in too deep know what I'm saying
It's all real what what live nigga what what nigga

Yo a yo a yo a yo
I thank a dead homey
Incarcerated pen pal I got the feds on me
A constipated 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 shooting black kids to 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 cares
The police get shot the mayor and everybody there
Graffiti on the lobby stairs, kids with knotty 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 done worn it before
Dictate the naked soul of Nas, henny four fives
Ho's with thick thighs be the wives of rich guys
Never trust a bitch 'cause a bitch lies
Enemy's close 'cause friends switch sides when shit gets live
Dealing 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 a yo
When you in too deep you better climb out and find out
Are you the one they looking at 'cause 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 watching the blocks
Calling phantom on the tape
I'm the phantom of the wax
Now meat the man behind the music examining the facts
I use it, to my advantage do this shit everyday
Like sneaking gats up in Great A
Six Flags, catch me getting on the popular rides
If a nigga violate he getting popped on the line
Small hot ones locked in the spines
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 first of the month
Open your eyes, it's right here in front of you open your eyes
I can't explain it 'cause 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
Used to have 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