Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That'z The Way Shit Iz, artist - Black Moon. Album song Total Eclipse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.10.2003
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
That'z The Way Shit Iz |
That’s the way shit iz |
That’s the way shit iz |
That’s the way shit iz |
And that’s the way shit iz |
My man on the corner with a bottle of juice |
Every day hustlin', botherin' you |
Well, what would you do, if it came to you? |
And the world put the blame on you, like it’s your fault? |
I was taught, no shorts, to take |
Get everything I want and go for break |
Go for broke, don’t you know |
Life is like one big door, closing slow |
So, let’s procede, gotta have probe bigger than the S. C |
Or, M3, or Benz 3, or them three, or anything |
Of them things, so -- let’s get deeper |
Cause life is dictated through a speaker |
And y’all need ta, peep the, bigger picture |
Behind that, reefer, every generation needs a |
New drug, to me, that shit been bugged |
Well, I guess that’s how it be cuz |
The world won’t change, and you can’t change the world neither |
Every day all day, round the way |
Gettin' chased by the rich, you wish |
(That's the way shit iz) |
{Little homey just didn’t make way |
Got blazed on the strip} |
(That's the way shit iz) |
Young g had money and the game |
Got played a bitch |
(That's the way shit iz) |
{All I know, is we gon' roll |
And we won’t stop til we make it rich} |
(And that’s the way shit iz) |
Living in the fucked up city |
Walkin', trynna avoid beef, from often |
Hawkin', by the same little dudes with a lil' food |
Got a let fed, now they feel a little rude |
Fuck feuds, they don’t fight, they fire |
Cause they won’t let Buckshot retire |
I, then keep it going though |
When it get outta hand, don’t tell so and so |
Fam, niggas be frontin', like they man |
Wanna run to the cops, give 'em the drop on the shot |
Damn, comin' out my crib, I seen two cops |
Started wildin' out, thinkin' I’m 2Pac, bust 2 shots |
Now it’s a warzone, and I’m on the run |
Plus I got a body on the gun, gotta call my son |
Son, this is shit is off the chain |
Nowadays, niggas will do whatever for fame |
There’s no gain, no shame, it’s a double o thing |
Right now, the po' men love to go to pole main |