Jugga The Bully It`s Deep Lyrics

It`s Deep Lyrics

HOOK

It's deep niggas on the streets got stress

Used to be only the police wore vests

I just can't get stretched over no bullshit

And I ain't never seen nobody name on bullets

Used to be we couldn't...now we can but don't

We can--finally help folk but won't

I can't point no finger cuz I always got my heater

I'm trying to improve but I ain't no saint neither





Somebody told me I wouldn't be shit-when-I'm-grown

Somebody else said cover up ya dick-when-you-bone

Another taught don't forget what you got-at-home

And that the number one killer is testosterone

I know cuz I've been guilty of cockin'-the-chrome

If it comes to me and you? I'll put a shot-in-ya-dome

It gets hot-in-the-zone that's when ya humble-beginnin's

Give way to tunnel-vision and disgruntled-livin' 

You work hard--then the Feds crumble-your-winnin's

That's why these wife beaters nut up and pummel-their-women

You never know till you hear a thug mumble-repentance

As the judge lets down the gavel to double-his-sentence 

Any trouble-you-get-in writes your ticket-to-life

Expect to go to hell if you livin' wicked-and-trife

The media got us addicted-to-hype...videos-too

Ain't you know they give that shit back when the video's-through?

It's pitiful-dude the youth done lost-the-focus

All they wanna do is floss-the-most-whips and knock-the-dope-chicks

Ain't you know the cops-can-smoke-kids...and walk free

When you locked up ain't the time to find out you claustrophobic



HOOK



If you got it to spend ain't nothin' matter-with-that

Even better if you got yours without havin'-to-clap

Ya habitat made you...the rest came after-the-fact

You just supply demands you ain't create they passion-for-crack

I remember as a kid I was laughin'-at-cats

With drunk junkie parents like those children askin'-for-that

Now they the same ones out here blastin'-they-straps

Cuz they think that's the only way folk sit back-in-them-'Lacs

The way we're brainwashed to buy name brand fashions-is-wack

And how folk trade their kid's nutrition rations-for-that

We got youngins in grade school brandishin'-gats

Ain't no more fist fights at best ya head get cracked-in-with-bats

Gulls make money strippin' out here flashin'-they-cat

Then when rent's due some of them be sellin' ass-in-the-sack

Explainin' to their daughter "who that man-in-the-back?"

And why he came through got some ass then did that vanishin'-act

You may think yo seed ain't cognoscente of habits-you-rack

And how you buy things even though you got no cabbage-to-stack

But the corner thugs do-they'll take advantage-of-that

It's a vicious cycle violence has a massive-impact



HOOK



That's my word ain't got much else of worth to put-it-on

Just glad to be alive there's other ways it coulda-gone

When I look-along the curb-at-misfortune...I'm forced to 

Proceed with-caution fighting first person-distortion

Paid dues but need to be reimbursed-what-it's-costin'

Knowin' that as bad as it gets...it's worse-in-the-coffin

It hurts-often so I lean on family-to-cope...when that don't work 

And I get stressed I got panties-to-poke

And Mary-to-smoke cuz she understands-my-pain

Folk s'posed to be down but underhanded-with-thangs

But-I-plan-to-change and rise to a state-of-perfection

We all players and this business is a hater's-profession

Make-the-connection? Sometimes you gotta take-the-concessions

Ain't nobody givin' you nothin' you crazy-to-question

Daily-reflection have you trippin'-for-real...

I'm stressed with-these-bills, my shawty plus gettin'-a-deal

Sometimes…I get pissed and place hollow-tips-in-the-steel

Fittin'-the-bill of a murderer...itchin'-to-kill

That's when I come to my senses and scratch-the-urge

Put a match-to-the-herb and attack-with-words...



HOOK