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Drag-On - The Way Life Is lyrics
[verse 1] 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 aint 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 just have to laugh (and we heard that) [verse 2] 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 aint, 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 columbia 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? Chorus 2x [verse 3] 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, aint no comin back shit So if one of y'all get shot, nigga handle it Chorus 4x to fade |
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