It Is What It Is
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[Chorus] 22's on the Porsche drugs henny in the fridge That's how we live it is what it is We run up in your crib snatchin kids in your wiz We know where you live it is what it is If we can't eat then your team can't live That's how it is it is what it is Nigga that's how it is it is what it is Nigga that's how it is it is what it is I'm crippin' everyday token meet Jamaica My pistol get it poppin' like the pistons and the pacers I'm the messenger of misery I move discrete You kiddin' me my victory is in the jaws of defeat Then these haters wanna kill me 'cause my dreams is reality The sig with the beam will cause a fatality Just caught a case but it's a minor technicality With shooters on the street prosecutors keep houndin' me What you know about Grammy speeches sandy beaches Pales that seedless four pounds and sweepers Movie features groupie divas deals wit sneakers Secluded in the woods from the snakes and leaches I'm makin' money on the road homie autographin ass While you on a silver horse with your metro pass For every dollar you make nigga I make a G Damn it feels good to live life like me [Chorus] Its spider and big yay, we doin' it which way? Real big 'cause he stay where the rich stay We get it crackin' like a high school ditch day Ghetto mackin' is how I do the inch pay A Escalade and a two che six tray But his life is the price that the snitch pay But its polital my paper sprowtin' My girl get upset I don't take her out and My choice of occupation make her doubting Ill be out the front door I can't take the poutin' I'm about anything that'll make a mountain of this mula Ooh all the cake I'm countin' See the games too deep I can't shake I'm scoutin' the clout A fast line like the Lakers shoutin' Tryna have me a flat wit some acres Out in the boon docks so I move without them fakers [Chorus] I'm filthy so stop hatin' the milli's what I'm waving You guilty by association you payin' for operations Your kids be orphans coughi'n up orchids We sprayin' up your Benz you layin' in coffins Its gunit click nigga you love what we spit nigga My wrist glist and glitter 'cause we sittin on six figgas Yo its all about the benjamins feel the adrenalin Yo we killin' 'em wit' beats from Dre and Eminem Your bitch keep runnin' me I know she feelin' me My last cap and gown was in elementary The kid is back the kid is crack I'm hot hot the way we rap we blazin' tracks You not not and em on the beat I had to hire Marshall So we keep the club packed full of fire marshals Nigga 'em on the beat I had to hire Marshall So we keep the club packed full of fire marshals [Chorus]
Written by: MARSHALL B. III MATHERS, MARVIN BERNARD, CURTIS NORVELL WILLIAMS, S. VUIGNIER, LUIS EDGARDO RESTO, STEVEN LEE KING
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