2pac - In Too Deep lyrics

[P.K] Yeah....P. k**er.....L-O-X....Ruff Ryders [Styles] Holiday Styles, catdaddy, show me the green And if not, show me the work, show me the fiends I be writin' in the week cause I know the routine Pardon you, light grey off the martin' Nickel the wheels, used to have to whistle for sales And now I cop work and I be tippin' the scales And I can make money for bail, sittin' in jail Walk by the C.O., hittin' an L Ayyo, this is for the industry, consider it rep I'll diss any n***a you name, you give me a check Old school, new school, hungry n***a not signed He ain't sayin sh** if he ain't talkin wit a Glock 9! Please don't call the cops We got beef, then the shells'll pop I'm tryin' to hit you while you park Hop in, push you over, take it up the block But I know the jakes is comin', ya man'll snitch Wakes is comin', so start gettin candles lit I'ma show you how the hustlers, handle sh** I'll crack your head like a customer with grams and clip Family sh**, but ain't no picnics involved Just a trip to the zoo.. Dressed in all brown, with a banger in your shoe In too deep in the yard, wit a thousand n***as just like you, co*ks**er [Jadakiss] A thousand n***as just like you Narcs is trying to crack down, coke went back down It's hard to get green, but everybody got brown They know I got the china for 15 in the diner 20 after 12 in the building, see the minors Montega ma**acre You run around buyin bundles, I get eggs from Africa Burn the block for a year then I'm stashin' ya and snatch the truck Creep by, wit half a Dutch While they got you on the wall, I'm crackin' up And the police can sense you shooken When they ask you if you wanna cut 'em a deal, at central bookin In the bullpen with dopeheads and n***as from Brooklyn You scared to move, 'nother n***a wearin' ya j**els By the time you get upstairs, he wearin' ya shoes Got the blood ?cainettas? and n***as with the kufis In the dayroom, blowin' each other like Lucys Matter how big you are, or strong you are Right or wrong you are; get along with star 'Kiss toe to toe wit you wit the cannon in your face Motherf** clappin', here's a standin ovation -BLAW! [Sheek] {*overlapping last line*} Sheek got n***as that'll, cover his tracks when he walkin' in mud And use gats with no noise when he dealin' wit blood But they bounce from one bone to the next, like b**hes Hole small enough to use Band-Aids, no stiches Everything's eternal from my life to my journal It's, deeper than, secrets, government keepin' So bounce with me if you don't wanna, fall on the weekend Or, die the weekend, literally, fly off the beacon Talk slick, and get sent somethin' quick Only n***a hard enough to look up to me? is my dick My clique the boss, we don't take no loss When we flow, the whole room smell like tabasco sauce Come in your crib with somethin hot, dead in your brain And watch your family jump around like the House Of Pain All the numbers taken off my Benz, no name Just tints on the window so you can't see through While my gun is at your face like, "Peek-a-boo!" I'm, teasin' you like an invisible string Tied to a bag of money, when you reach? I'll pull Clip hard to stay full, n***a, we in too deep I rock n***as to sleep, like a Jew, I'm too cheap f** a car show; I don't wanna be around nothing I can't keep And I'm too 730 -- gimme your gun clean It's comin' back to you dirty; n***a, watch the birdie Hook: [Styles] If you a player in the game and you in too deep And you get knocked, yo, please don't snitch [Jadakiss & P.K] That's my word [Styles] Take your time like ya man do in front of the judge Ayyo, dog, don't be no b**h [Jadakiss & P.K] Dog, ya heard? [Styles] 'Cause if we all get knocked then we all get locked Word is bond, won't be no clique [Jadakiss & P.K] That's for real [Styles] Ayyo, s**, money, murder, music, and d** Big chains and plenty of whips [Jadakiss & P.K] That's all we know [Jadakiss] Uh, N...I...pull it [P.K] What?....L-O-X........Double R.....P. k**er