Buddha Monk - Be Like Us lyrics

[Intro: Buddha Monk] So stink on it Welcome to the world of the real Zu hip hop And where all that other bullsh** gets put the side, n***a We want you to sit back, enjoy the show And then walk on this, next up to give you just what you need [Chorus 2X: Buddha Monk] Ya'll n***as wanna be like us Ya'll n***as wanna be like us Then don't stop, get it, get it It's impossible to be like us Cuz if you was us, you might turn around Catch two of those, to the gut [Buddha Monk] I can't understand why you trying to cop grams When in the first place you getting beat by your mans And you're not even gun ho, not even drug known Open up the door, n***a, and you will get blown You're fronting and you trying to impress your friends, your life now ends How they knew, you copped that Benz? Pop the Crystal, Moet, Thug when you Pa**ion Drunk when you drunk, dead when they blasting But if you was us, you wouldn't be dead on the floor You'd be up on some corner looking for 'exit' on the wall And I don't run out backdoors, I clap out backdoors Chill up with your who*e, laying with no more It's a must that I bust, any n***a that want it with me I was raised by my Crown Heights family So those who still up, buckle up, knuckle up Then there might be a chance that you can be like us [Chorus 2X] [Buddha Monk] You probably wondering, how I became this ruthless ba*tard It started when pops left, when the doctor whooped my a**, kid It's a hard knock life, pop left, pop right You know what this is, lay down, clinch ice It's not a game, I came to take, f** fame I leave it for them cats that need to make a name It's the best kept secret, it's kept when you delete it Leave no witnesses, you get no six years Stop dumbing, my dumb dumbs love to hot something Blaow, blaow, blaow, clack, clack, clack, you don't want none of that You want to be like us, then your gun splatter bust Ashes to ashes and f** a n***a's trust [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Buddha Monk] There you have it, muthaf**as Another day of sadistic bullsh** Going down under the hood This is Row Daddy Row, I'm a realer station That ya'll muthaf**as ain't tuned into then But until then, Daddy Warbucks keep banging Ya'll listen, sh** is real And we out, hahaha