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