歌曲 | Be Like That |
歌手 | Group Home |
专辑 | A Tear for the Ghetto |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
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 brooklan, 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 email 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 |
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 brooklan, 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 email 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 |