Ruff Ryders

Ruff Ryders - In Too Deep lyrics

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(feat. L.O.X.)



[P.K]

Yeah....P. Killer.....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 nigga you name, you give me a check

Old school, new school, hungry nigga not signed 

He ain't saying shit 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 shit

I'll crack your head like a customer with grams and spliff

Family shit, 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 niggas just like you, cocksucker

 

[Jadakiss]

A thousand niggas 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 massacare 

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 niggas from Brooklyn 

You scared to move, another nigga wearin' ya jewels

By the time you get upstairs, he wearin' ya shoes

Got the blood ?cane yettas? and niggas 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

Motherfuck lappin', here's a stare to face--BLAW! 

 

[Sheek: overlapping last line]

Sheek got niggas 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 bitches

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 nigga 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, nigga, we in too deep

I rock niggas to sleep, like a Jew, I'm too cheap

Fuck 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, nigga, 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 bitch

[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, sex, money, murder, music, and drugs

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. Killer
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