Tytuł: Be like that

• Wykonawca: Group Home
• Wyświetleń: 292

  
   Intro: Agallah
  
  Yeah nigga
  I got the gat on them now
  Pay back (laughing)
  
  Chorus: Lil Dap & Agallah
  
  Why, it got to be like that
  Straight like that, real like that
  Where my Brooklyn niggas at?
  Why, it got to be like that
  Straight like that, real like that
  Where my Queens niggas at?
  Why, it got to be like that
  Straight like that, real like that
  Where my Harlem niggas at?
  Why, it got to be like that
  Straight like that, real like that
  Where my Bronx niggas at?
  
  {Lil Dap}
  Why it gotta be like that?
  Niggas, don't act because he flip tracks
  And broads don't know how to act
  Chillin the east, with the Group Home appeal
  Rippin with steel, and you know my niggas are real
  Like straight like that, will burn a hole right through your map
  These Brooklyn cats, I hope we eatin your food black
  We keep it real, with the niggas keep it real with me
  That understand that street knowledge was there only key
  See before rappin, niggas couldn't fuck with me
  It's like these fake brothers stoled Brooklyn streets
  On these streets I give you square, now shit is the same
  Because together we stay, and the Desert Storm is on
  Expect the unexpected, when the juice has been injected
  The many styles we have, have been well protected
  Move within a makin, observe the fakin to mistake it
  My soul is ackin, too much pain i've been takin
  Inside my heart, I've been torned apart
  But we play it smart, and get money in the streets smarts
  Of the streets, cuz my brothers keep it rowdy
  The way they front, and try to act like they bout it
  
  Chorus
  
  {Melachi The Nutcracker}
  Aiyo, I'm comin up, I'm runnin up like a soldier
  I thought I told you, punks, I controlled ya
  I'm strong like a boulder, ready to fold ya
  I treat you like a new born puppy and scold ya
  I'm older, I'm power full like a dodge
  Now you know what I'm talkin about me and my squad
  I pull your card, I'm underground like the mob
  Punk get on your job, here come the superstars
  The Nutcracker, quick to snappin your back
  I was born in the ghetto so it be like that
  I was born in the ghetto so it be like that
  I was born in the ghetto so it be like that
  
  Chorus
  
  {Blackadon}
  I sing a song, to break your arm
  The Black is pimpin Brook-lan, who am I the Don
  The pro with precon, frustated like Saddam
  I've been behind the seeds, but now I'm here to chop the bomb
  Look me in my grill, my eyes cold as steel
  I came to kill, I speak upon you like a pill
  For that from Brownsville, rusty bitches on my deal
  Shisty nigga breast filled if I start to fill
  You weakness is a mil, put your body on chill
  I ain't got a deal, going out for the mil
  Cuz skills get more friends then women in the hills
  The more dough you get, then the more head like Bill
  For real
  
  Chorus
  
  {Guru}
  You won't be able to understand the power of Allah
  That means God's plan, the hour's facing our man
  The sour feelings, the ways and actions of this man
  Suckas was the crew with the span
  That's like Muhammed & Jesus splittin up without a plan
  That's like Martin & Malcolm praying for a separate outcome
  That's why you can't e-mail me, fuck the fiend dot com
  Supreme alphabet, seekin creaming out the get
  Mad riches to team, by my next mic check
  Plus you this artist sacred like Aztec
  
  Chorus