Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Way Life Is, artist - Drag-On. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
The Way Life Is |
| 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 ain’t 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’ll just handle it |
| (and we heard that) |
| 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 ain’t, 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 Colombia 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? |
| 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, ain’t no comin back shit |
| So if one of y’all get shot, nigga handle it |
| CHORUS 4X to fade |