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 niggas wanna count your money Niggas wanna see what the fuck you got
You know what I´m sayin
sometimes I gotta just 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 the soundtrack to the realness right here Niggaz in too deep knowhatimsayin It´s all real all live nigga what what nigga
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 bitch cuz a bitch lies Enemys close cuz friends switch sides when shit 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 shit everyday Like sneaking gats up in grade eight Six Flags catch me getting on the popular rides If a nigga 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 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... 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