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The Way Life Is

[verse 1]

Listen up, yo, shit i get upset if i see a nigga, layin in his sweats

With blood comin out his head like sweat, knowin i could be next

So, what about all the babies that aint fully born

That's less fortunate, like that man walkin with one arm

They tried to throw me up in a orphanage, with all the kids

But i stayed up in the offices cuz they couldn't get me, off a kid

It's sad when a good mother put hard work

Like wash clothes, off the shit we played on and got hurt

Why she gotta pay for the dirt

Cuz her only son is up the street with the whole block sour

Cuz you know bodies lay for 'bout for eight hours

Wanna talk about our chrome whips

There's niggas out there don't own shit

While we sit at home and bone a bitch while niggas is homeless

See niggas get piped over dice, wiped out, over 4 digit price

Damn near broke my heart, made me so sick, i had to go shit

Found her up the steps a bloody mess, hopeless

It wasn't cops cuz only street niggas empty the whole clip

Ya know this



Chorus 2x: case and drag-on

People come, people go, that's the way life is

(and i heard that)

I don't know what to do, guess i just have to laugh

(and we heard that)



[verse 2]

Yo bullets don't have no name

Or maybe y'all niggas should get better aim

And stop puttin these innocent people in pain

It's a damn shame that life aint, nothin but a game

And we all at the 4th quarter, cuz our time is shorter and shorter

Cuz y'all got time to tap our phones and hear the orders

And stop the coke from comin across the waters

But y'all can't stop the slaughters

Or the people from starvin

The guns is not standin still, they still revolvin

Uptight and still mobbin

Blacks still sling cracks and know i know why they call it

Fishscale, from columbia to new york on a boat the shit sells

Tell a weak whore, and when i score

I'ma open up my door and give to the poor

Til they tell me they don't even want no more

Y'all keep raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids

And categorize us on, where we live like by on broadway

It's all dominicans and blacks that's packed in projects serious

And why y'all call it a project, are we an experiment?



Chorus 2x



[verse 3]

Yo, i wasn't tryin to be a slave

Or encaged up with braids

I was saved by a guy with a older age with grades

Told me the other ways to get paid, than lettin my gun wave

We know you brave, get yo' shit tight and here's a pen

It's much lighter, like click click, that's a gun sound

Blau! that's a round now hit the ground

That's what drag learns cuz his pop's back was turned

Now call the cops, what about that gat that just got pungin

Or that kid that got it 41 times, you call that justice?

If it is, then what the fuck is this

Somethin i must have just missed

Maybe christmas and get a nut off, we get our hot water cut off

Off my timbs i wipe the mud off, cuz i put the stomp in it

Pretty rivers, and lakes and ponds, drag was in a swamp in bronx

Well death is where i coulda gone

Cuz where i'm from the bullets long

Y'all see the news, but why my block gang got no footage on

Cuz my life is like a movie, when you die, aint no comin back shit

So if one of y'all get shot, nigga handle it



Chorus 4x to fade

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