| I’m in too deep to my knee in this shit
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| I’m in too deep, said I’m deep in these streets
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| I’m in too deep
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| Sitting here talking to my brother
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| About this that and the other
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| Like is it right that we gang bang?
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| Is there a right way to do the wrong thing? |
| (No)
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| Standing on the outside looking in
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| The more I push away, the more I’m pulled in
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| So-called homies don’t give a fuck about me
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| But it wouldn’t be the same without me
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| I use to get good grades
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| Now I’m in the hood taking fades
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| I was born and then I was sworn in it
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| Now I’m in over my head, I can’t see the war ending
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| Is it more because whole instinct
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| Praying to the Lord, sinning, but is he listening? |
| (Yeah, he listening)
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| At night, I see murder in my sleep
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| Snuck an ass nigger, I’m in too deep
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| I ain’t g’on lie, think I was born in this lifestyle
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| My mom and pops too young and I was living wild
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| Taught back then to get a Smith
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| She didn’t want me to bang, but it is what it is
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| At a young age, still never slippin'
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| Could’ve took the right route, instead, I started Crippin'
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| Me and Smooth Marley Blue on that block
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| Selling rocks on that block
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| Fuck the cops when its hot
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| We got Glocks when it’s hot
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| Down the street was my little nigga, Infant
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| Swear to god we miss him, all my nigga had was vision
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| My big bro TC been down since like '04
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| If it’s so real in these streets, I don’t know 'em no more (I don’t know 'em!)
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| Gotta keep a strap in these streets
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| Staying loyal in these streets when I’m in too deep
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| At nights, I can’t sleep
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| Swear to God, I can’t think
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| Ain’t never gonna stop screaming, «Free TC!» |