Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That'z How It 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 How It Iz |
Keep thinkin' it’s easy, like all you gotta do is |
Spit a hot verse to get on, and cop them new whips |
Hah, joke’s on you kid, you hot on your block |
But not off your block, you need to pay more dues, kid |
«Hold up, hold up, rewind that, I want y’all to hear |
That again» |
Keep thinkin' it’s easy, like all you gotta do is |
Spit a hot verse to get on, and cop them new whips |
Hah, joke’s on you kid, you hot on your block |
But not off your block, you need to pay more dues, kid |
I know you wanna and shit, cause on the streets |
Rap is bigger than crack to flip |
You like, watch me turn the o to a ki' |
In one day, and one day turn to one week |
See? |
I know you love the chains and the jeeps and |
Hoes in the videos, make it so neat, like 'damn' |
All I gotta do is learn, to spit a hot 16, and it’s my turn? |
'Nuff la to burn --- I earn my dues |
Wanna do what I do, nigga, learn the rules |
Rule one, what’s that, never bite, cause when you bite |
That’s like rockin' ya man’s drawers at club night |
Ill, dis-gusting, keep bustin' flows |
You wanna shit like 'keep bustin', whoa |
Pause, rule number two and three |
Is the same as four, respect the laws |
Five is, what you in this for? |
Cause there is guide in this rap shit, this ain’t no image, pa |
It’s not a game, in this game, everybody want bills |
Everybody want mills, thatz how it iz |
You can’t explain the greatness, no fakeness |
No imitation, thatz how it iz |
Everybody wanna blow in the game |
Some don’t go long in this thang, that’s how it iz |
You can ask kids, the fact is |
This rap shit, is not for the average |
It’s not about, doing a demo, and gettin' on |
It’s about handling business, being focused and strong |
It takes, a hell of a lot, to make it to the top |
Your blood, your sweat, meltin' in the pot |
Puttin' in work, around the clock |
See this shit don’t stop, it goes beyond |
Studios, and the press shot |
Originality rules, when you limit the style |
You seen the fa-tality blues |
Either you sound like Kiss or Jay, but y’all not them |
That’s when you lose, drown in the pool, before you could win |
This is a grown man’s game, with grown man’s aim |
Not everybody blowin' the game, is flowin' the same |
You must perfect your craft, if you plan to blast |
Take this, as a little, lesson to last |
Instead of, gettin' the gash, you movin' to fast |
Cause your eyes are locked on the bling bling and the cash |
Shorty, I ain’t gonna do shit, cabbage you |
Say you nice, when you nice in average |
You need to get your own flow mastered |
Cause son already blew with that flow last year |
You claim you the nicest with identity crisis |
Spit a whole heart to this jewel, cause it’s priceless |
Perfect to your tightest, your highest |
Don’t be a carbon copy, end up on the strike list |