Nas ft. Nature - In Too Deep

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