| 22's on a Porsche truck, Henny in the fridge
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| That’s how we live, it is what it is
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| We run up in your crib snatch your kids and your wiz
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| We know where you live, it is what it is
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| If we can’t eat then your team can’t live
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| That’s how it is, it is what it is
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| Nigga that’s how it is, it is what it is
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| Nigga that’s how it is, it is what it is (here we go!)
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| I’m Crip’n, heaven gates open meet your maker
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| My pistol get it poppin like the Pistons and the Pacers
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| I’m the messenger of misery, I move discreet
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| You kiddin me? |
| My victory is in the jaws of defeat
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| And these haters wanna kill me cause my dreams is reality
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| The cig' with the beam will cause a fatality
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| Just caught a case but it’s a minor technicality
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| With shooters on the street, prosecutors keep houndin me (break it down now!)
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| Whatchu know about, Grammy speeches, sandy beaches
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| Pounds of seedless, pounds and sweepers
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| Movie features, groupie divas, deal with sneakers
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| Secluded in the woods from them snakes and leeches (yeah!)
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| I’m makin money on the road homie autographin ass
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| While you on the silver horse witcha Metro pass (what nigga)
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| For every dollar you make nigga I make a G
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| Damn it feels good to live life like me, c’mon!
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| 22's on a Porsche truck, Henny in the fridge
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| That’s how we live, it is what it is
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| We run up in your crib snatch your kids and your wiz
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| We know where you live, it is what it is
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| If we can’t eat then your team can’t live
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| That’s how it is, it is what it is
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| Nigga that’s how it is, it is what it is
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| Nigga that’s how it is, it is what it is (here we go!)
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| When it’s Spider and big Yay', we doin it which way?
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| Real big cause he stay where the rich stay (nigga)
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| We get it crackin like a high school ditch day
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| Ghetto mack in this how I do the itch-bay
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| A Escalade and a two-shade six-tre'
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| With his life is the price that the snitch pay
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| But it’s political, my paper sproutin
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| My girl get upset I don’t take her out and
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| My choice of occupation make her doubtin
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| I’ll be out the front do', I can’t take the poutin
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| I’m about anythang, that’ll make a mountain
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| Of this moolah; |
| ooh all the cake I’m countin
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| See the game too deep, I can’t shake I’m scoutin
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| The clout; |
| our fans loud like the Lakers shoutin
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| Tryna have me a flat with some acres
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| Out in the boondocks, so I move without them fakers
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| 22's on a Porsche truck, Henny in the fridge
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| That’s how we live, it is what it is
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| We run up in your crib snatch your kids and your wiz
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| We know where you live, it is what it is
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| If we can’t eat then your team can’t live
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| That’s how it is, it is what it is
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| Nigga that’s how it is, it is what it is
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| Nigga that’s how it is, it is what it is (here we go!)
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| I’m filthy so stop hatin, the milli’s what I’m wavin
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| You guilty by association, you payin for operations
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| Your kids be orphans, coughin up organs
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| You sprayin up your Benz, you layin in coffins
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| It’s G-Unit clique NIGGA, you love how we spit NIGGA
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| My wrists glist' in glitter cause we sittin on six NIGGA
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| Yo it’s all about the Benjamins, feel the adrenaline
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| Yo we killin 'em, with beats from, Dre and Eminem
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| Your bitch keep grillin me, I know she feelin me (yeah!)
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| My last cap and gown was, in elementary (uh-huh)
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| The kid is back, the kid is strapped, I’m hot hot
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| The way we rap, we blazin tracks, you not not
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| And Em’s on the beat, I had to hire Marshall (what!)
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| So we keep the club packed, for the fire marshals (one more time!)
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| Nigga Em on the beat I had to, hire Marshall
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| So we keep the club packed, for the fire marshals, yeah! |
| (HERE WE GO!)
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| 22's on a Porsche truck, Henny in the fridge
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| That’s how we live, it is what it is
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| We run up in your crib snatch your kids and your wiz
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| We know where you live, it is what it is
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| If we can’t eat then your team can’t live
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| That’s how it is, it is what it is
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| Nigga that’s how it is, it is what it is
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| Nigga that’s how it is, it is what it is (here we go!)
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| You don’t want no drama, we run up on your momma
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| And cock back the llama; |
| now that’s beef nigga
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| You don’t wanna start it, so don’t get it started
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| Cause my Gorillas is insane and retarded
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| Yeah nigga you know what time it is
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| It is what it is nigga
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| Real talk of New York
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| You know how we do
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| My nigga Spider Loc
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| Fuckin with young Yay'
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| Uh-huh
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| Ay, you better watch your way
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| Brooklyn Queens
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| To all the way to Los Angeles
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| Manhattan, Harlem
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| I think, C.C. |
| Riders, you know how I do
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| Yeah nigga
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| We rip ride but I fuck with it all
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| Yeah what you fuckin with
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| All riders fuck with me man, red rags, bodies on the swines
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| Oh alright
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| Drag new parks
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| Alright
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| Eastside, East Coast riders, the whole city
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| So I’m good when I’m on the Westside, huh?
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| Man, ay the city got your back Yayo
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| Aight that’s what’s up nigga, it is what it is
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| From Long Beach niggas we in this, it is what it is nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It Is What It Is , by - Tony Yayo. Song from the album Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп