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In-2-Deep

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Hip-Hop/Rap

In-2-Deep was released on December 3, 1996 by Prophet Entertainment as a part of the album The End

Song Details

Release DateDecember 3, 1996

LabelProphet Entertainment

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM71

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

DJ Paul

Vocals

Gangsta Boo

Vocals

Juicy J

Vocals

Koopsta Knicca

Vocals

Lord Infamous

Vocals

Slicse Tee

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jordan Houston

Songwriter

Paul Beauregard

Paul Beauregard

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DJ Paul

Producer

Juicy J

Producer

Larry Nix

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, you better watch the situation you're gettin' involved in (yeah)

You might get involved with the wrong people

Get into a situation you might can't get yourself out of (in too deep)

Dig a hole you can't climb out, you know what I'm sayin'?

Get in it too deep

I'm in it too deep to get on out

They always told me, "Death was the only way out"

I'm sittin' up all night, I can never rest my head

How will my family take it if I ended up dead?

I'm in it too deep to get on out

They always told me, "Death was the only way out"

I'm sittin' up all night, I can never rest my head

How will my family take it if I ended up dead?

There was a man who approached me every night

When I was resting fast asleep

He travelled deep into my mind

And he promised me power beyond my wildest dreams

He said he could take me away from the suffering

Begging and our poverty

So I had to agree, there's one catch

I must worship him throughout the centuries

But I really didn't know any better

I'm tired of the pain and the cruel stormy weather

He gave me the things he promised to me

But I cannot leave, I will suffer forever

I'm tired of this wrong

But all his powers are much too strong

Oh, so bad, I want to move on

But if I do, my soul is gone

Liars, fornicators, all you murderers, adulterers, and thieves

What you don't know

Is that you're walking in the same shoes with me

Nothin' but a nice slim physique and that's all I see

Is it close to me, said, "Is she Victoria's Secret?"

Hells of the air with the smells of a prayer

Bled right here with a stale bud

Doggy-styled in a chair

Turned her on her stomach

And she's moanin' from the motion

If you're ready for the sticky green

Koop' finna come a little bit closer

Rolled her over just before a sound went pop

Then I reached for my heart

Oh, my God, Koopsta just been robbed

I hope you feel me

I'm layin' naked lookin' at the ceiling, in bloody red

Just same old, shake it for the Koopsta

I'm in it too deep to get on out

They always told me, "Death was the only way out"

I'm sittin' up all night, I can never rest my head

How will my family take it if I ended up dead?

I'm in it too deep to escape this kind of drama

That costs us player haters and fakers that equals problems

Today in this day in time, you can't read nobody's mind

These smiles turn to frowns when they see a player on the rise

On top of the world, just a lookin' down and laughin' at you

I'll never be bothered like that 2Pac, I ain't mad at you

So baby, beware, this game of life is like do or die

It's Hell on this Earth, the only thing that's missin' is the fire

Come on, baby, tell me, is it somethin' that your eyes can't see?

Or are you just blind to the fact that you're in it too deep?

Yeah, I know what you mean

I had to stand on my ground to give 'em the scene

Just me and my brother down in the struggle

Then I serve 'em to the fiends

And after dark, deep in the park, them doped up fiends

Would start to light their pipe all through the night

I used to wonder would God

Please help the poor come up on their feet

'Cause there was nothin' to eat

Didn't want to jack or rob, a brother had to maintain the streets

Up in the projects, wasn't no flodgin', 'cause I was tryin' to get out

Who can you trust, I had to be tough, I never ran my mouth

Me and the crew would constantly hit the brew, a natural high

How can you make it in this world? But to try or die?

1991 was the year, 901 was the area code

Three eight double one six

Was the zip code of all the roads we rode

Now let my story be told

A young buck droppin' on the school house

But not to learn off in the 10th grade

Tryin' to come up at last like a total outcast

Off all them songs I done made

Boom my underground tapes up and down the hall

The DJ Paul wasn't no damn thing

But then my dogs, Tony and Shysta

Asked me to join a gang, "That ain't me, mane"

But hangin' around them fools

I had to get down and join the click, see

'Cause I made so many enemies

From clicks off in my city

Now, if I told you what gang it was

Then to you, I would seem more than down

But if I told you what gang I'm in

I can only do a show-off in my own town

But it's all to the good

Much love to the thugs in my hood

And in my set, much respect

I'm with you for life, and that you can bet

We lights one up today

I'm in it too deep to get on out

They always told me death

Written by: Danny Tate, Kenny Wayne Shepherd, Mark Selby

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