In Too Deep 2

In too deep I know what come with the life. I'ma suit up and handle my beef A lot of these niggas just rappin' in songs They ain't finna hop in no car to go creep All these songs, like you out here standin' on business Gon' get your ass put on a tee You ain't got heart to quit reppin' that shit You don't know how it feel to clear out the street My mama told me, "Quit rappin' 'bout violence" All I can say is, "That's just how it be" She say how I'm livin', I might get killed But I don't give a fuck if I go underneath All this shit I done done in my life I ain't gettin' a good death, I ain't dyin' in my sleep Don't be surprised if a nigga come walk me down (Brazy) From the shit that I did in the streets (Brazy) I pop out at dark, make a fuck nigga fart Pop a fuck nigga car with this .223 That shit be like rrah, rrah Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do That's how it be Ay, bitch, I go Brazy (Brazy) Get on they head like some BB's Somebody gimme me some grease (somebody gimme me some grease) A nigga wanna start shit (start shit) He must forgot we start shit Leave a nigga ass with a crease Leave a nigga ass with a link No, this not, no Cuban (no Cuban) (brrah) Put a nigga ass on a tee (bah) Know I put that shit up on a B You can ask my mama name Tee (mama name Tee) Bitch, I'm comin' straight up out the streets (bitch, I'm comin' straight up out the streets) Bitch, I had to go hard (go hard) You ain't got no heart (no heart) Nigga, pull your hoe card (hoe card) That ain't P (that ain't P) I trap out my hoe yard (hoe yard) Better not go far Yeah, name Honeykomb, but ain't shit sweet (nah) Like this not Kool-Aid, this more beer made Turn O.G. backwards and go for a year straight Surprise 'em, we clappin' that shit on they birthday You ain't 'posed to play with the Komb in the first place Catch him and do his lil' bitch ass the worse way Switch up lil' bitch ain't 'bout doin' all that wordplay (bitch on a Cartier) God forgive, ain't trynna hear what the church say And I call up my lil' nigga Step on shit with a deuce, deuce (hey, really step on shit) Yeah, and we step on shit like dogs, doo-doo (I got this shit on my doo) Yeah, yeah we step on shit (step on shit), we go coo-coo (ay, we go coo-coo from there) Ole' Alabama shit ('Bama shit), but this new school (ay, but this new school), yeah In too deep (what?) I know what come with the life I'ma suit up and handle my beef A lot of these niggas just rappin' in songs They ain't finna hop in no car to go creep All these songs, like you out here standin' on business Gon' get your ass put on a tee You ain't got heart to quit reppin' that shit You don't know how it feel to clear out the street My mama told me, "Quit rappin' 'bout violence" All I can say is, "That's just how it be" She say how I'm livin' I might get killed But I don't give a fuck if I go underneath All this shit I done did in my life I ain't gettin' a good death, I ain't dyin' in my sleep Don't be surprised if a nigga come walk me down From the shit that I did in the streets And whenever I die nigga you better not weep You better stand on that business 'bout me You better suit up and grab you a ski Go hop in them cars and jump out on feet Walk somethin' down until they hit they knees Blow his ass down until he can't breathe If you see a nigga, then go on a spree We GBG we ain't givin' out flea We Get Back Gang and that shit guaranteed You gotta know that to kill ain't free If I get killed then you payin' that fee And don't make a diss song, you die by the beat You gon' get shot and your soul gon' leave Either way, you gettin' hit with that heat Go ask them niggas that be on the East One of 'em got shot and had jumped out the street They makin' diss songs knowin' they green Rappin' 'bout Glocks and you ain't got a glean They gotta get geeked up to clear out the scene I'll go sober, I don't need me no beam I'll camp out to find out yo' routine I like to get close, I don't yell through no screens I wanna be close when you get hit and scream I wanna be right there whenever you bleed When I die nigga SOB, nigga SOB mean get it complete If you catch my killer, put him on a tee If you see 'em lackin' leave 'em in the seat If you can't catch 'em then just send a freak If she get that lo better go where he be If you in the streets reppin' these little grease Where I'm at, better make sure we meet In too deep