| What it be like?
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| Niggas ain’t fly like me like
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| All this yellow on my neck Chuck E. Cheese bright
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| Candy Jack, could you please stuff my peace pipe?
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| What it be like?
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| If a nigga act up, got the piece right
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| On the small of my back tucked for these nights
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| Speeding through the city under street lights
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| What it be like?
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| Michael Jordan 3's or the three stripes
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| Got your hatin' ass niggas in police lights
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| Only mess with OG’s, hoes be the freak type
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| Only shoot craps, don’t do the three dice
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| And we Vegas, Mayweather ring side
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| Got 100K large in my Levi’s
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| Stay with the paper like a nigga slanging bean pies
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| How you do that? |
| Well it’s easy though
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| I just let them watch like a TV show
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| And this bad fox with me and she speaking fo'
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| And this long fox, drag it down to the flo'
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| I’m a pimp, yeah I speak the code
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| I be highed up but I keep it low
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| Profound, profound tires on the Beamer yo
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| Dope boy, dope style, no miles on his ho
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| What it be like?
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| BCG, we supreme team like
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| All these other fake crews get the green light
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| Life’s a dream, stack my cream to Akeem height
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| Chunks of gold on my neck, so Akeem like
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| Rose petals when I step, live the king life, sweet life
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| If a nigga trying to stop it, then I swing knife
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| Left, right, put him at a halt like a stop light
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| Matter fact, stop life
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| Trying to touch what I’m earning
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| Then I’m clutching the burner and I’ma pop mine
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| I got my team on my neck, it’s loyalty and respect
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| See, I’m bout mine
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| Outwork a nigga till it’s clock time
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| Get yours, don’t clock mine
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| I’m at the jeweller, all gold, clock bomb
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| But the prettiest watch can’t even stop time
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| What it 'C' like?
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| Live from the city of the three strikes
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| Offer terrible advice but it seem right
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| When you’re sticking to the script, fuck a rewrite (right)
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| What it 'C' like?
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| Pick a tail, shoot a box, catch a chief flight
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| He got married to the game, he don’t need rice
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| Sold his soul to the streets, he don’t need Christ (right, right)
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| But what it 'C' like?
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| All these rats in this race for a cheese slice
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| Need to pass on the safe for at least like
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| Six digits and his niggas ain’t gon' eat right (right, right)
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| But what it 'C' like?
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| Flat broke, got him feeling he don’t need life
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| Split screen, to the left is police lights
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| To the right, visualizing his dream life (right, right)
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| What it 'C' like?
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| He gon' have to be willing to leave life
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| Half his blood on the cross like he Jes' Christ
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| All the love that he lost, that’s a cheap price (right, right)
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| But what it 'C' like?
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| Niggas can’t shine like these lights
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| ‘Cause niggas ain’t grind like right
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| But shit ain’t even always what it seem, right? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What It Be Like , by - Stalley. Song from the album Ohio, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп