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In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics

song listing: In Too Deep Lyrics

In Too Deep .......... Nas / Nature

Tear It Off .......... Method Man / Redman

The Specialist .......... Ali Vegas

Use To Me Spending .......... R. Kelly

How To Rob .......... 50 Cent

Thug Money .......... Trick Daddy

Keys To The Range .......... Jagged Edge

Bleeding From The Mouth .......... Capone & Noreaga And The Lox

Rowdy Rowdy .......... 50 Cent

Where Ya Heart At .......... Mobb Deep

Bust A Nut .......... The Product G&B

Give Me A Reason .......... Dave Hollister

Dreamin' .......... Jill Scott

Somethin' About Love .......... Imajin

Quiet Storm (Remix) .......... Mobb Deep


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- In Too Deep .. Nas / Nature


Nature: (talking)

Yo Yo Yo Son
You ever felt a funny vibe
What you supposed to do?
And ya man's ain't ya man's
And ya friend's ain't ya friend's
And ya money ain't yours anymore
And niggas wanna count your money
Niggas wanna see what the fuck you got

You know what I'm sayin
sometimes I gotta 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 here
this is 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 thank a dead homey
Incarcerated penpal I got the feds on me
A constapated mental
Always ranged in the ghetto it's pain in the ghetto
Caskets do u believe in angels or devils?
Welfare it's dark and there's no help here
Killing cops shooting black kids the instill fear
But we still here not afraid cracks is made stacks get made
A "g" will get you gats sprayed
At my man's funeral it's like nobody care
The police get shot the mayor and everybody there
Grafitti on the lobby stairs kids with notty heads is greedy
Soldiers small faces painted on the walls
I was born to ball
Rings you can't afford name a clothes line I then worn it before
Dictate the naked soul of Nas henny four 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
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
It's your time to fear if the drama's severe
I see scars starting off at the side of they're ear
Ending up by the jaw of the throat another law broke
I try to patch it white kids is buying acid
Closing down spots popping a knot
Heard the foremores use binoculars watchin the blocks
Calling phantom on the tape
I'm the phantom of the wax
Now meat the man behind the music examing 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 get top of the line
Small hot ones locked in the spines
Transformed roll out pass it off to my man no doubt
I keep shits disguising six shirts in the trunk
Imagin it gets six times worse when I'm drunk
Prepare for death first of the month
Open and rise, t's right here in front of you open your eyes
I can't explain it cuz it's not 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
You say I had love for ya know it's all gone 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


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- Tear It Off .. Method Man / Redman


[Redman]
Whooooo! Yo yo yo, yo yo
Huh.. {*inhales*}..
Yo VANGLORIOUS
This is protected, by the Red

[Meth] and TICAL
[Red] Slap it down
[Meth] Way out of bounds
[Red] Throw in the towels
[Meth] 'fore we gun down

[Redman]
Yo, flipmodes, toilet bowls explode
When Doc, come drop a shitload
Grip fo's, mushrooms, did those
Dee pistolwhip hoes, a bitch owes..
.. money, bro I stick a zip code
Tiptoed, before Doc hit skid row
Thirsty? Sniffin out a pig nose
My Benz built with wings and 6-0's
My flows is, North Pole cold
My hands got areas to fit snow
Doc, mixin hoes and disco's
My dogs, let em walk with ripped clothes
Shows, niggaz pack six rows
We're losin him! His heart won't get pulse
Crack your backs off a ten percent dose
Lip closed? I can hum and shit gold

Chorus: Redman

[Meth] Tear the roof off the mother (repeat 8X)
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Back up, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't, want to fuck with us, you don't

[Method Man]
I gets down, rip sound, with this stick style
Pist-al, lick round, get off my dick now
Get crabbed, hostile, you kids is all sound timid
Scared to get in it, these dogs is Rockwild'
Unchained, untamed, you know my name
Act strange, pack flame, it's not a game
Just ill flows, that kills shows, you can feel yo
Kickin in you do', like a steel toe, for real doe
Y'all gon' learn, I spit germs
When you come short on Big Worm, you get burned
Punks don't get turned, they get done, and get sun
Come get some, the last vict-im, lie in a ditch
Now who wanna fuck with Hot Nikk'
Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit
Me and Funk Doc get, toxic
A bowl of rice and some chopsticks
Go make your Wu, just imposters

Chorus

[Redman]
Try to O.K. Corral with Doc and Meth Tical
Bar saloon fight, without weapons out (YEE-HAH!!)
Strech marks, like belly on Kevin ?Lous?
One yard to score, only second down
Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down
Tryin to lock cash? Bitch better bounce
Boyfriend jump in, Meth shut him down
Pound to echo loud, bout seven miles
Doc, Dirty Jersey hunt em down
Uncut, rhymes won't even fit the file
Baddest man out the bunch, pick him out
Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd
Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth
Wilder then winos on liquor droughts
Mrs. Howell, Mary-Ann, dig em out
Ginger watch, with the gun in Skipper mouth
Love Da Ruckus, and love to dish it out
Pre-washed MC's, start rinsin out
Get your whole camp put on the missin file
Pushin twelve out, bumpin digital

Chorus

[Method Man]
We Just-Ice, men or mice, ain't nuttin nice
(Fuck your life) Your type just too light to fight
We move right, on Fright Night, when niggaz bite
We bust pipe, 'pon does that suck tight
We alright, you all hype and all tripe
In the Source with half mic, you half liked
and half dead, blasted on flatbed
I'm past dead, eyes red, the hash head
Burn somethin, earn somethin and learn somethin
Take my turn frontin, Def Jam ain't heard nuttin yet
Suspect, ruffnecks, book em Dano
You get bust-ed, never leave home without my mustard
Trust this, out for justice, clown
And caught on Judgement Day, call Joe Brown
Take MC's to town if they starbound
Ashes to ashes, they all fall down
Master you bastards with hazardous tactics
Semi-automatic full rap metal jacket
Blasted in plastic your brain on the mattrress
All you kids is ass-backwards and vice-a versa

Chorus

[Redman]
Come on, yo tear the roof off
Nigga, yo tear the roof off
Back up, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't, want to fuck with us, you don't
Huh..
Yo, you don't want to fuck with us, you don't
Yo, you don't want to fuck with us, you don't


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- The Specialist .. Ali Vegas


{samples are Prodigy from Mobb Deep}

"Your store bought rap ain't shit.."
"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
What? Yeah
"Your store bought rap ain't shit.."
Ali Vegas
"Call me The Specialist, professional.."
Uh-huh, maintain
"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
"My category: rap-rap science.."
Nigga what?
What you want, what?
"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
Bring it to ANY of y'all niggaz, ANY of y'all
"Your store bought rap ain't shit,
call me the specialist, professional.."
Ain't in the game? Don't matter
"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
Check me out yo
"My category: rap-rap science.."

[Ali Vegas]
Yo
The drama bound to stun you before the gun do (blaow)
Better have a spot to run to, stash your bundle
Blue and whites come through, lookouts want us
That's wrong how they had they guns drawn when they run up on us
Hearse I'm under, words dem bug us, it's how they search and slug us
for wearin certain colors on the drug strip
Full of duck chick that love chips
Where I live, you get your mug split
for tryin to stunt and pose, in front of hoes
I leave a dozen froze and they cousin closed when I come in shows
Me and my lows rock Wolverine ?, and Timbos
Everyone in my kin knows, my squadron foul
I run with opportunist problem childs
that like the robbin style, pussies that act hard and smile
You better guard your pals, cause I'm 'arnin you
Informin you, Ali Vegas do what he wanna do
And I'ma rep Queens just like I was born to do
What nigga?

"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
"Your store bought rap ain't shit,
call me the specialist, professional.."
What, y'all want it? Y'all come and get it
"..that's why your small rhyme bore me
My category: rap-rap science.."
Nuttin
"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
You not gonna stop me
"Your store bought rap ain't shit,
call me the specialist, professional.."
I'm here now y'all
"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
You can't revoke my pass
"My category: rap-rap science.."

Rhymin is fundamental
Peep the game they put the yung'un into
Sprung off a instrumental, holdin guns inside a rental
Rap is 10% lungs, 90% mental
But what I want-a know is who sent you
to get on quick, rock with the team I was born with
A cash hustle, my whole staff tussle
and leave you with a bullet in your calf muscle
(one more thing) My verses crush you
Bring it to Cardan and A+ too
Cause they think they tough Boo
If it go there, I let my staff rush you
But y'all cats better recognize
Ain't nobody seein Ali Vegas, recordwise
My team, we be on ? Duke, your team is butter new
Top talent critics is sayin Waterloo
Ali have the chickens, sayin what a cure bastard
Urban wolves got the game mastered
And everybody on my team is way past sick
Nigga what?

"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
"Your store bought rap ain't shit,
call me the specialist, professional.."
"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
"My category: rap-rap science.."
What y'all gon do now man?
"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
"Your store bought rap ain't shit,
call me the specialist, professional.."
"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
"My category: rap-rap science.."

Like this Jamaica Queens pharoah tale
How my life is parallel to them inmates
livin inside a narrow cell
The drug lords have shootouts on carousels
I done seen it all
The average baby couldn't breathe or crawl
I was watchin fiends and whores screamin brawl
outside of convenience stores, y'all can't stand it
Half of the fam split, we lost Tash
Keith Dolla Bill, Uncle Pook Seville, and The Bandit
My music bump, on every avenue, boulevard, and Van Wyck
I have to sell my records with a pamphlet
So y'all cats can get the spot and muscle, to find a hustle
We down to tussle, we'll clown and crush you
Mellowed out, but still a sinner down to bust you
Y'all know the code of the streets
Keep a toast when you sleep
Stick up kids be patrollin the streets
And if you fold on your peeps
wake up slain with holes in your Jeep
Nigga what?

"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
"Your store bought rap ain't shit,
call me the specialist, professional.."
Maintain, Ali Vegas
"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
"My category: rap-rap science.."
Got the game sewn, get your brain blown
"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
"Your store bought rap ain't shit,
call me the specialist, professional.."
Jamaica Queens thing y'all
"..that's why your small rhyme bore me"
"My category: rap-rap science.."


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- Use To Me Spending .. R. Kelly


* this song interpolates "Fuck You Tonight" by The Notorious B.I.G.

Take your clothes off
Uhh, Bad Boy
Knahmsayin? We wanna..
Uh-huh, uh-huh, TrackMasters
reconvey a message, knahmsayin?
Uhh, uhh, Rockland
R.I.P., B.I.G.
Uhh, uhh, think I'm gonna..

[R. Kelly]
I'm gonna get into you (get in too deep)
I wanna get into you (get in too deep)
Wanna get into you (get in too deep)
Oahhohh, ohhh .. (get in too deep)

All my fellas in the house if you fuckin tonight
Throw yo' hands up!
And all my honies in the house if you fuckin tonight
Just throw yo' hands up!

I wanna get into you (get in too deep)
I wanna get into you (baby get in too deep)
I wanna get into you (just get in too deep)
I wanna get into you (kick a lil freestyle, yo)

[R. Kelly]
Y'all been here so what the hell
Let's get up on our hotel
Doin the nasty, all night long
Make your body scream and moan
Tell your man that we're some kin
Play it off and bring a friend
I got backstage passes for you
Just meet me right by the bathroom
And if you don't have a curfew
Keep it real and we'll be cool
And if your ID's up to age
Then you're gonna get some "12Play"
I ain't gon' front, got it like that
The stairs goes down as room goes black
Get deep in you like +The Abyss+
You bring your ass home all pregnant

Chorus: R. Kelly, Jaz-Ming (repeat 2X)

You must be use to me spending
and all that sweet wining and dining
Well I'm fucking you tonight
Baby it's no mystery
You will be all up in me
Freakin is my specialty
I've got all of what you need

[R. Kelly]
(yo, yo)
All my fellas in the house if you fuckin tonight
Throw yo' hands up!
And all my honies in the house if you fuckin tonight (uh, c'mon)
(Just) throw yo' hands up!

[Jaz-Ming]
You know there's nobody better than
Jaz-Mack, late night like Letterman (oh word?)
From the movies to the hooptie to the Sheraton (what?)
There you go, tryin to feel up on my breasts again

[Nokio]
Shorty better guess again
I trick grips of chips and trips on you
You did flips when I tried to put the lips on you
Now we ain't got SHIT to do
but head to my crib and "Enter the Dru"

[Jaz-Ming]
The who? You nuttin but a star joke nigga (oh word?)
No few for your Benz Jeep car broke nigga

Aiyyo listen my advice is
fellas pay the prices
If she's fuckin you
and not those sexual devices

Chorus

[R. Kelly]
Pull that, boo-ty, ov-errrr, yeah
and jump in my ride, babe
Cause once I get you home with me
And fulfill your fantasies
You'll say bust the flavas
then give that ass to me! Oahhhhh, yeah

Chorus

I wanna get into you (get in too deep)
I wanna get into you (get in too deep)
Oahhhhoahhhh (get in too deep)
La-di-da-da-da (in too deep ??)

Baby it's no mystery
You will be all up in me
Freakin is my specialty
I've got all of what you need..


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- How To Rob .. 50 Cent


[Madd Rapper]
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin?

[50 Cent]
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD
Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal
If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the street
These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat
I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?"
Get your ass down to the nearest ATM
I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch
And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your shit
When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime
Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine
Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your man
Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now
I mean right now"
The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail
An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell
I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of time
Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine
I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to live for
Don't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door
I'll man handle Mariah like "Bitch get on the ground"
You ain't with Tommy no more who gonna protect you now?
I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me
I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick
I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit
Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?

[Madd Rapper](Chorus) 2x
This aint serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga?

[50 Cents]
Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down
I figured it out
Been robbin Joe before that's why his ass
don't wanna be a playa no more
Mad at you I'm robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!!
Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him
DMX wanna get down well you tell homey
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+
I should rob Clue man his shit did well
I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't sell
I hit the studios take shit and leave
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings
Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them up
Nigga get capped coroners pickin em up
Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya
He said "Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!"
Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off your shine
Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you would have these hits?
Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine?
And walk off with your shit like it's mine?
I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm livid
I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens
I'm hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C
That nigga still eatin off Big's first LP
I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More"
Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People

[Madd Rapper]
(chorus)
For real yo you know what I'm sayin?
Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it
50 Cents ain't fuckin around
Track Masters ain't fuckin around
Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around
The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around
So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets
Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus
Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- Thug Money .. Trick Daddy


[Trick Daddy talking]

If its bout that money
Then you gots to kill them, haha
Come here nigga, that's the only way, uh
I'mi wake Hollywood up in this muthafucka tonite

[Trick Daddy yells]
Nigga

[Chorus] 4x
Thug Money got blood on it
Plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you
I put my heart on it

I'm thinking back when I was younger
I usta hustle in the summer
No time for crime
I had to help my mama
And I love the rainy weather
Make me hustle better
Running into partner in na ghetto
Trying to get my shitt together
However, I'm giving these fuck niggas pillars
Robbing fake dope dealers and these fake ass killers
For my niggas
They keep they fingers on the triggers
Cause they heard about you business
And these fuck niggas trying to end this
So I'm ready, just riding dirty in the Chelli
Me and my cousin named Chopper and we stopping for that fetti
Call us foolish, cause of how we feel the way we do this
slanging, robbing, and shooting
Even neighborhood polluted
I'm ready to do this and like weed
I'm always louted with duck tape ya muted
If the shit move, I shoot it
Hold on

[Chorus]

I'm doing this one for my homies
Who left his baby mama lonely
Got chur-en dat neva saw him, got kids who don't even know him
Got to count his blessings sent
Cause one chance be his only lesson
For the homies all be missing, his son's got stronger missions
Hold on
Don't fall
Cause I've been there
And I know
Cause see all my niggas anit dope dealers
But they killers, for sure
They call us thugs, so give us our own section in the club
Allow us to use our drugs
Nigga what, nigga what
Say it

[Chorus]4x

I can't believe you haven't heard of a dog, pop, what a bird
And no clues on how the Feds got the inside word
He left his real homies home and all my thug niggas gone
And anit no telling when the boy getting back home
See everybody needs a hustle, so stay free from those bustos
Especially, when you getting in front of muscle
Cause them fools will try to touch ya
They know you dying for yours
So from day one, they don't trust ya
This whole style I be living for
Sometimes, look like I'm running fast speed
And this old bad luck taking me lower
Life's full of lies, theres too many guys
Who need to compete and God knowns a nigga tried
When it's gone get bettter, seems like never
In this life we live
Us niggas just can't stick together
However, I guess a change got to come from this
One day, but right now, I can't accomplish shitt
Patience for the frustration
Waiting to die for the troubles that I'm facing
So I'm living on the edge
I'm thugging til I'm dead, yeah
Standing free from them suckers and far away from them Feds
I say I never had no job, always rott
Living in the park, back when I was scared
And then things got better, my pockets got fatter
Went from to Jimbo, Timbo's, to Polo sweaters
Nigga came across a key and turned it into three
And got my fuck ass emenies running from me
And saying....

[Chorus]2x
Thug Money got blood on it
Plus a little residue
Boa, I'm telling you
I put my heart on it
Tha thug Money got blood on it
Tha thug Money got blood on it


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- Keys To The Range .. Jagged Edge


[JD]
What what happened to the girl I used to know
What what happened to the girl I used to know

1 - [Jagged Edge]
You've changed
You're not the girl that used to do things
The way I like it it's a damn shame
You was on your way to the house, money, the keys to the range

You've changed
You're not the girl that used to do things
The way I like it it's a damn shame
You was on your way to the house, money, the keys to the range

(What what happened to the girl I used to know)
Say what the dealey yo?
Said uh, won't you tell me sumthin I really know
Do you got plans to be with me
Then why'd you flip the script on me
I need to know if you're the one
I can take around the world
So tell, me tell me, tell me, baby
Baby do you changed

Repeat 1

I know you're feeling low
Now that you're thinking about the thing that you let go
I know you're mad but uh
I'm kinda glad cuz uh
Look what you had and you still let it go to waste
Baby, I should not be happy
I lost what I thought was close to me
I should have known that you're not right for me

Repeat 1

I can't believe
Just when I thought you had me
Then you turned around changed the game on me
Now that I see
You've gotta put the work in, the work in
If you wanna be with me

[Jermaine Dupri]
All I remember was a relationship that was hot and strong
Please, I need you to tell me where it all went wrong
Now was it my friends or your friends
Or was it the fact that you received a Jag' when you wanted a Benz
Sound crazy? I've seen hang-ups like that
I mean shit, something made you change up like that
I used to bang out your back, so no way in hell
I kept you with a stack so I know good and well
You never missed a meal and got everything you dreamed
Had me like, 'it's for real', 'bout to jump you a ring
White 10 carats and nothing but bling-bling
And the right to tell me not to hit the scene
You wanna give that up?
What is it? Do I work too much?
Did the playa just lose his touch?
I mean, it can't be that, I'm just shootin' out things
I thought you was the one, but damn you changed

Repeat 1 until fade


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- Bleeding From The Mouth .. Capone & Noreaga And The Lox


Trackmasters Nigga
L.O.X, CNN

[Capone]
I been through, runnin' from cops, eatin' beef on the corner
Been through cold cells, thug in the bench, the rap performer
I been put the Mack upon ya, look faggot
Turn around to shshshsh, to shoot faggots
I been a star since Pat Benetar
CNN, Lox the type of shit that have you fleein' a rock
I been put the key in a lock
Who got a song, hot a Capone
And Nore copped the Benz, first day home
I been beatin' niggaz up, been spittin' on hoes
Thinkin' they too good for hood niggaz
Been in my zone
Been the champ since Larry Holmes, Spinks had teeth
And in a forbuilding,
been had 'em reppin' the street
Caught 'em wide over Y.O, first felony
Solo Eightball and MJG
What is you tellin' me

[Noreaga]
Yo, yo
I got guns, guns
Mad fuckin' guns, ha
I had them hundreds when you had them little ones, ha
But fuck that, live niggaz, In rap
And you can catch me with a Teletubbie
Holdin' my gat
Yo, I'm a soldier, what
You a soldier, Nigga infact
A wow, niggaz from suddenly just settin' a trap
I murder you, the niggaz fiend
Just fiend to attack
You shut the tunnel down twice like militant night
We at the club tonight, Nore yo
Please be nice
I buy the bar out
Crystal, no glass, no ice
I drink it straight from the bottle,
And I spit on a ho
Ayyo, you boned that bitch
Naw I pissed on a ho
Melvin Flynt, exclusive new shit
Yo, you better tell 'em you heard 'it on this Track
Masterz

[Chorus: Jadakiss] + (Noreaga)
Yo, yo,
You only need a gun and some crack to get you a stack
(L.O.X., CNN, Y.O. to Iraq)
Luxury cars, twenty thous, thugged out the bar
(House on the hill, and my niggaz blowin' for real)
Store in the hood, my niggas go to war and we good
We just thugged out hustlers, tourin' the hood
We the deepest niggaz out (the streetest niggaz out)
L.O.X. and CNN will leave you bleedin' from the mouth

[Jadakiss]
I learned at a young age
Not to ride with dummies
That won't die for they man
But 'ell die for money

[Styles Paniro]
And if the L.O.X. get rich
We goin' divide the money
Where we from we stay live
And survivin' hungry

[Jadakiss]
Don't pass me a blunt
But you can pass me a gun

[Styles Paniro]
And you can have that pretty bitch,
Right after I cum

[Jadakiss]
And you can front and keep your watch
We goin' puncture a lung

[Styles Paniro]
L.O.X. style

[Jadakiss]
Cocksucker

[Styles Paniro]
Dump and we run

[Jadakiss]
All our dogs up in the slums

[Styles Paniro]
Humpin' they chums

[Jadakiss]
Holdin' they pits


[Styles Paniro]
Lightin' blunts
Loadin' they shit

[Jadakiss]
And niggaz can't understand,
that we married the street
And when we felt like we were cheatin'
We ain't carryin' our heat

[Styles Paniro]
And we don't like holdin' nothing
But we carry a beef
Hopin' ya family stay strong

[Jadakiss]
Then they can carry the grief
You break bread with a thief

[Styles Paniro]
And then you scarry to sleep

[Jadakiss]
And we ain't tryin' to bury you

[Styles Paniro & Jadakiss]
We tryin' to bury a jeep

Chorus:

Outro:
[Noreaga]
What
What
What, what, what
What
What
What, what, what


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- Rowdy Rowdy .. 50 Cent


(50 Cent)
Yo LA niggaz are the rowdy niggaz
New Orleans niggaz is rowdy nigga
D.C. niggaz is some rowdy niggaz
New York Niggaz is the fucking wildest nigga

Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze
Son I ain't even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed
The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she sold
now you heartbroke, that's what you get for lovin them hoes
An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup kid
runnin round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick
a fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit
A bad bitch that won't blow dick
It's like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice
Like fuckin supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice
I murda any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice
I only say tthings once, never twice, dont fuck with me

Chorus: 50 Cent

St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland niggaz is bout it bout it
50 cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Them Shytown niggaz is bout it bout it
They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it
Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it

(50 Cent)
Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back
I bet niggaz will stand around sayin "Damn who did that?"
I'm the type nigga to dare you to touch the ?
I'm the type to borrow your gat and wont give the shit back
Im F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T
Caress the ass gently, and back up Bentleys
You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons
in a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch flappin
I plan to take over New York and start expandin
Was Bob Marley singin about tex when he sung "I'm Jammin'"
Nigga fuck with my cash and I'ma blast yo' ass
Smash the glock out the stash in the dash in ??
Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past
If you survive the shots I'ma find yo' ass
Put the gat to your head and remind your ass
I ain't playin with you, I want my money motherfucker

Chorus

(50 Cent)
Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word?
He had the same shit you got on dog, word?
I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard?
I run with niggaz that spray and strip and say that shit
You won't let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot
I'm that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch
From the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop
I got a lot of hungry niggaz with me straight from the street
Cause these three niggaz are startin to look like something to eat
They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand
My niggaz live in section eight of public housing
They murder you and keep shit low cause niggaz heard of you

Chorus 2X


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- Where Ya Heart At .. Mobb Deep


[HAVOC TALKING]

Lets do it dunn...My man...That's why I keep my mouth tight.
Ain't got no worries for y'all niggaz man...y'all niggaz is crazy

[PRODIGY]
Hey yo, its hell on earth down here the pavement scorching
Its more on roc when the Mobb walks in
shit gets hot like a ill pot of grits spilled on you
Spit fire with nines but never squealed on you

I understood you should try to take my life
If I was you I would too damn right
If I had drama with a nigga like such as myself
I couldn't even sleep at night until...
I made things right
Pull out guns exchange a fight
Be the first to let off mines ignite the pipes...
and never let the daylight decieve
during the suns' hours niggaz do bleed
Aim for the waist and something on the top gets shot
Niggaz can't shoot never made a thing drop
Keep cream of the crop
fresh out of box shit filled to the top
Smell the barrell when its bolt-locked nigga

Hook1 [PRODIGY]
Have you ever lost a loved one?
Or never understood love 'til you lost one?
Where your heart at?
I left mines behind with my dearly departed
Where your heart at? Strength missing
To take losses is the hardest
The ones that overcome be the calmest
Strive regardless. Where your heart at? Brave-hearted.
Now lets find out where niggaz hearts' at

[HAVOC]
This is to my physical you gone...to me you still here
I be buggin thinking how you doin' up there
Probably watching over me calling out my fouls
Fuck with mad chicks but I take care of my child
I miss that ass tell God I said pardon me
If Your real; He'll forgive me [no doubt]
But I ain't crying no more about how you're gone
Used to hold me down niggaz front its on
Ain't wetting going to jail you better shoot me
Just lost my heart-If I die you comin' wit' me
quickly while I'm pissy they're just bitches thats' a little to frisky
risky on point hope these cats is getting the point whisper out my name
Stand but please don't point call me paranoid
But I'm on point close by the stash joint Got you in my mind
I guess thats why the say love is blind

Hook 2 [PRODIGY]
Strength missing we take losses. be the hardest
The ones that overcome be the calmest. Strive regardless
Where your heart at? Brave-hearted.
You better finish what you started [dunn]
If you ever lost a loved one?
You'll never understand love 'til you lost one.
Where your heart at?
I left mines behind with my dearly departed
Where your heart at? Strength missing
To take losses be the hardest
The ones that overcome be the calmest
Strive regardless. Where your heart at? Brave-hearted.
Now lets find out where niggaz hearts' at

Have you ever lost a loved one?
You'll never understand love 'til you lost one.
Where your heart at?
I left mines' behind wit' my dearly departed
Now where your heart at?

[PRODIGY]
I find myself dozing off with it [guns]
waking up every forty minutes [dun]
Soaking wet dripped to death in it
On top of rules big barells and tools get tested
And hittin off makes my dick get erected
We all strive for a better tommorow
But as far as today your ass gotsa' pay
And ain't no time better than the present one at hand
And never keep your shit too far from your hand

[HAVOC]
Think about this are you with your hands on who you running with
Some timers, Playa' hata's and dick riders
Bent niggaz' that be crashin into dividers
Gettin you into shit got that ass tied up
Got them la'd up got you comin out of your vault
With no plans of giving back live in serious debt.
Your lady fucking other niggaz you a fool for her
Talking 'bout you got money you just using her
Actually loosin' her...


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- Bust A Nut .. The Product G&B


[Pras]
Yeah, Refugee Camp
[G]
Yo
[Pras]
G&B
[G]
Come Here Bitch
[Pras]
*Laughs*
[G]
Yo

(Chorus) x2
[Product G&B]
I wanna bust a nut in you
Tell me what you want me to do
You wanna take me I'll be there
Bitch are you easy

[G]
Peep the scene just me and you
You got your chicks I'm down with my crew
Let me turn your body out
I wanna bang your ass all around
You know what I want
So shorty don't you front

[Product G&B]
Oh no, no

[G]
To feel your body close to me
Slide the pussy closer and you will see

(Chorus) x2

[Pras (during Chorus 2nd time)]
Uh huh yeah
Come here, come here
Uh huh
Yeah

[B]
Piecing two just you and I
Everything is nice and you're sucking me right
See we can go to your place or mine
All I wanna do is bust inside
You know what I want so lets start

[Product G&B]
All over

[B]
Your body's tip is getting

[Product G&B]
Stronger

[B]
You're sucking me while in the spot
Can't wait any longer

(Bridge)
[Product G&B]
Tonight, tonight, tonight

[G (Pras)]
Girl you know what we came to do
(Uh huh)
After the session done you're leaving the room
(Check it)

(Bridge)

[Pras]
Tonight, tonight

[G (Pras)]
Don't further defer the plans (Yeah)
Cause bitch you know I'm not your man

(Chorus) x2

[Pras (during chorus)]
Huh?
Yeah
Come here
Yeah you
Talk to me
Yeah, yeah
Uh huh

(Vamp) x2
[Product G&B (Pras)]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah, yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah, yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah, yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, (uh)

[Marie Antoinette (Pras)]
Yo, uh, yeah
Bust a nut in me shit
You don't know who you fucking with (aight)
Pull your pants down let me how big is your dick
Gotta be big enough to beat this fat ass with
And before you stick it in better head for the clit (why)
Bang, bang these niggas like it's no next day
Leave their dick so limp
There balls wanna jump inside the pussy and play
Dominatrix with Marie Antoinette
Two nuts is all you got nigga I'm just getting wet

[Pras]
Fuck two nuts, listen here I bust ten
With enough adrenaline
The strength of ten men
When I penetrate
Girlfriend I'll have you wylin
Dick strong like Long Island
Plus long like Long Island
What

[Marie Antoinette]
Fuck you so hard your platinum turn plated
Ghetto Superstar is always over-rated
What you want
Suck the cunt
From the back or the front
Your dick ain't good enough
So I have to smoke a blunt
To puff

(Chorus) x2

[Pras (during Chorus)]
Come on
What you crazy
Yeah
What you wanna do?


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- Give Me A Reason .. Dave Hollister


Hmm, Hmm
Trying to get back
To where I used to be, yeah
Knowing who I am
Makes it seem too far out of reach
If I knew what I know now
I'd probably would have left it all alone, oh yeah
So now it seems to me, hmm
I can't find my way back home

Nothing in the world
Could ever give me a reason
And nothing in this world
Could ever tell me why
I wanna know the answers
But they don't come easy, help me, tell me
Where is my heart?

Hmm, what I wanna know is
Is somebody give me
Give me a reason
Oh I need to know
Tell me why
I gotta know
I wanna know the answer
Ooh tell me why
Why am I living trife?
Why I live trife

Thinking about the day
I walked out it was a big mistake, hmm
I never knew the price I'd have to pay, huh
Mama tried to tell me but shit got in the way

Nothing in the world
Could ever give me a reason
And nothing in this world
Could ever tell me why
I wanna know the answers
But they don't come easy, help me yeah, tell me
Where is my heart?

What I wanna know is, hey
Give me a reason
Somebody tell me why
Tell me why
Oh I gotta know, I gotta know, I gotta know the answer
Gotta know the answer
Can you tell me why? Why? Why am I living trife?
Why I'm living trife

Somebody tell me, tell me the reason please
Give me the reason
Please, please somebody ought to know
They gotta know why
Tell me why
Hey, yeah
I wanna know the answer


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- Dreamin' .. Jill Scott


Live for the dream follow the dream beautiful dreamer
Live for the dream follow the dream beautiful dreamer

soul singer on the avenue hummin her little tune
wishin one day to be everything she dreams
her goals so far so unattainable she thinks but i say

Live for the dream follow the dream beautiful dreamin
Live for the dream follow the dream beautiful dreamin

Home boy on the avenue wants love but doesn't have a clue
That theres no clue to it just love just love
Open up your heart and grab it believe that you can have it
Take it, its yours its yours

Live for the dream follow the dream beautiful dreamin
Live for the dream follow the dream beautiful dreamin

Oh I know sometimes that it gets hard
Running up that road surviving beating the odds
But you don't have to worry no fear no doubt
Hold on to the dream, believe, believe believe believe

Beautiful dreamin
live for the dream follow the dream beautiful dreamer
dream, dream, dream


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- Somethin' About Love .. Imajin


Chours:
I maybe a young boy, but I
know a little something about love
give me a chance and i'll show
something about love
I maybe only 15, so baby
put your loving on me
give me a chance and i'll show you
something about love

1st verse:
I see you everday after school
you smile back when i smile at you
you're telling me that you're friends say
that i'm to young, but i'm trying to let you know
that i can hold my own oooohhh
Repeat Chours

Verse 2:
Coming a lil closer let's walk
put your hands in mine and let's talk (baby baby)
and girl my wish would be to kiss you don't be afraid
tell me you be mine so come on if you feel like i it's on

3rd Verse:
You'll never find a love like mine
even though you much older
Give me a chance of my romance
I'll love you forever
you'll never find a love like mine
even though your much older
i can make you believe that i'm the
best thing so baby keep in me mind

Repeat Chours till it fades


In Too Deep soundtrack lyrics -- Quiet Storm (Remix) .. Mobb Deep


{*rain and thunder in the background*}

[Havoc]
In broad daylight get right..

Just been through it all man
Blood sweat and tears
Niggaz is dead and shit {*music fades in*}
What the fuck else can happen yo?
I dont think much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz know right now
Word to mother, for real, for real

[Lil' Kim]
Queen Bee baby

[Havoc]
That shit is the truth

[Lil' Kim]
Lil' Kim, B.I.G.

[Havoc]
I'm not lyin..
Yo.. {*echoes*}
Blowin niggaz wit rusty ass German things
Keepin it thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame
Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all
Hit em with the four
Don't even know him from a hole in the wall
Get at me, niggaz wanna clap me, snitches wanna rat me?
Put it right where they back be
Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer
Sendin kites with the Motorolas, yo
Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match
Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats
Since a little dude, eatin niggaz food, buck-fifty's
Niggaz can kill me but they comin wit me
How about that, send the Queen Bee to attack
Only a fly bitch like that can leave em and laugh
Rock em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead
Yo I smile up in your face though I'm plottin instead

[Lil' Kim]
Uhh, uhh

Chorus: Lil' Kim (repeat 2X)

Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit
Thump em in the club shit
Have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop *echoes*)
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough

[Lil' Kim]
"Hot damn hoe, here we go again"
+Lyte as a Rock+ bitch, hard as a cock bitch
This shit knock for blocks through hardtops
in the parkin lots, where my nigga Rock like to spark-a-lot
My Brook-lyn style speak for itself
Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt
The embezzler, chrome treasurer
The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya
I'm a leader, y'all on some followin shit
Comin in this game on some modelin shit
Bitches suck cock just to get to the top
I put a hundred percent, in every line I drop
It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B
Queensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P
What? Y'all wish I lived the life I live
Aiyyo Prodigy, tell em what this is Dunn
Uhh, uhh

Chorus

[Prodigy]
Yo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit
I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love it
We come through like, "Fuck it"
Y'all want problems, persue it, let's do it
Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait
at the round table, my Dunn speakin with his Twin ghost
It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch
Attracted to our style, this is how we get down
wit big jewelry and big guns
We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggaz bloody
Twist niggaz frontin, get to runnin
'fore the mens get to dumpin, the fans get to thumpin
M-O-B-B, got the whole spot jumpin
When my niggaz step in the place
Damn, you gotta luv it

Chorus

[Lil' Kim]
It's the real
Hah, it's the real baby, hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop..