Ruff Ryders - In Too Deep lyrics

(feat. L.O.X.) [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 writing in the week 'cause I know the routine Pardon you, light grey off the ?marteen? Nickel the wheels, used to have to whistle for sales And now I cop work every tip of the scales And I can make money for bait, sittin' in jail Walk by the C.O., hittin' an L Ayyo, this is for the industry, consider it rep I'll dis any n***a you name, you give me a check Old school, new school, hungry n***a not signed He ain't saying sh** if he ain't talking with a Glock nine Please don't call the cops We got beef, then the shells will 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 coming, ya man's a snitch Wakes is comin' so start getting candles lit I'mma show you how the hustlers handle sh** I'll crack your head like a customer with grams and spliff 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 with 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 Martega ma**acare You run around buying bundles, I get eggs from Africa Burn the block for a year then I'm stashin' ya and snatch the truck Free bile with half the dutch While they got you on the wall, I'm crackin' up And the police could send you shookin' When they ask you if you wanna cut them a deal that send you bookin' In the bullpen with dopeheads and n***as from Brooklyn You scared to move, another n***a wearin' ya j**els By the time you get upstairs, he wearin' ya shoes Got the blood ?cane yettas? and n***as with the coofys In the dayroom, blowin' each other like Lucys Matter how big you are or strong you are Right or wrong, you all get along with star Just toe to toe with you with the cannon in your face Motherf** lappin', here's a stare to face--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' with blood But they bounce to 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 send 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 tobasco sauce Come in your crib with something hot, dead in your brain And watch your family jump around like the House of Pain All the numbers takin' 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 your 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 that can heat And I'm 2-7-30, 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] 'Cuase 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...???? [P.K] What?....L-O-X........Double R.....P. k**er