D'Anthony - It's Like That lyrics

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D'Anthony - It's Like That lyrics

[Verse 1] As a young'un dumb and, gun in the waist Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain And had to numb it with base Couldn't drink the Henny straight, I needed somethin to chase Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin' nothin' to waste Life's like a treadmill, n***as runnin' in place Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past I vowed to never stop winnin', 'til the earth stop spinnin' Rock hot linen, cop hot cars and hot women If it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not rememberin' My motto is simply "I will not lose!" Abide by the block rules, I buy my Glocks used Wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it? I'm raised, illrational, way misunderstood If you ain't live like I live, been one with the hood I done what I could, to come up with this paper 'til this day still Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature If hell awaits a, n***a I'm comin' with the razors Still flashin' ya sh**, try to pa** me in a Six Type cla**y on the wrists, every bit of 30 karats This is, not a game this is not why I came May these words find a spot on your brain and burn Then I recycle my life I shall return [Hook: Liz Leite (Jay-Z)] How tight is your flow? ('cause I'm like that yo) How right is your dough? ('cause I'm like that yo) How white is your blow? ('cause I'm like that yo) Only, write what you know ('cause I'm like that yo) [Verse 2] I'm a hop skip and a jump from grippin' the pump Spittin' a couple of curse words, and hittin' you chump sh**, I get digits in lumps I'm a motherf**in' problem, is this what you want? Overachiever, I love chicks that puff cheeba in reefer paper I hate the ones that blow up ya beeper Cause I, go in deeper, I only bone divas Impregnate the world when I come through your speakers (ha ha!) f** hot, my records got the fever n***as kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up I creep up when the beef heats up Caught him with his feet up and shoes off, bout to snooze off Hatin', cause you can't turn the booze off You dudes is too soft, why I don't f** with you all I might bark with X, or spit at The Lox But, other than that, I don't be f**in' with cats Just me, Ty and B-High, thug it like that E, Dame and Biggs, what's f**in' with that? Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothin' for that Other than a couple of slugs in ya back (huh huh) Rappers y'all, runnin' around like I won't gun ya down Last n***a that fronted, two shots spun him around Lord, accept this offerin' here's somethin' for your crown I meant no malice, I just met his challenge and won [Hook] Girls and guns, all I want Stock exchange, rocks and thangs Girls and guns, all I want Stock exchange, rocks and thangs