Nomad - Dat's How It Goes lyrics

[Intro: Benzino] Oh sh** Put ya middle fingers up on this one Oh this is the one right here yo OH we finna get real crunk up in this motherf**a man Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz from ATL stand the f** up (Oh yeah!) Let's go y'all, g-g-g f** that, f** security yo Compton, NY, Connecticut Are we goin' to boast on this one? (No!) [Verse 1: Benzino] Y'all n***as can't deal with the fact that 'zino getting busy in the booth I'm gangsta murmur it'll get you done Recognize my n***as, where you gonna run? Save yourself from judgement day Never should've f** with Ray Live to die another day These cats ain't seems what it seen Motherf**ers don't know what a n***a really been through Ever since my pops did time, I live in the studio rippin' rhymes Now he out, hit 'em off, he good He moving with his son, just like he should Now rethinking of my n***as who be from the hood Don't tell me what I can't to Lost getting ran through f** around kid and I'll Glock your mental Stay f**in' wit' ya man Benzino Hardy on the side by the Rick Gambino Burners on the side, that's how we be though Taking another hit of that Sour Diesel Stash keep a n***a ride, high all nine Clap clap n***a run where you at? Bust through the sunroof n***as ain't gun proof f**in' you awake cause some n***as better run too Y'all n***as better run too, huh Everybody wanna talk war But when it really come down to a n***as want peace Real n***as don't want war on the radio Real n***as don't fight on the radio co*k back them thangs, sit your little silly a** down, you want no drama We lick them thangs, north from Stuy n***as didn't really want no problems [Hook: Lil Jon] Okay! b**h n***as we touch rough, we buck 'em up And lay it down, twist the n***a, your times is up We gangsters, k**ers, thugs, pimps with plenty of hoes And when you lose b**h, that's how it goes b**h n***as we touch rough, we buck 'em up And lay it down, twist the n***a, your times is up We gangsters, k**ers, thugs, pimps with plenty of hoes And when you lose b**h, that's how it goes [Verse 2: Young Hardy] I give you no time to run Run up on you point blank then I fire the gun Little homie don't think, when it gotta get it done I put work on the corner, broad day in the sun Too many gunshots, kids can't play where I'm from All you hear squalay, all day when the cops come But I'm steady there smashing the fiends Young Hardy burned blocks like gasoline n***as don't play with my quota Cement feet then I drop 'em in the water Get handgagged 'til your breath run out Sixteen shots, you lucky that I left one out A lot of n***as named they best, but they left one out And they gon' mention my name from here on out This young boy spit h**n now, I won't stop 'Til a shotgun punk, start tearin' you out, G [Hook: Lil Jon] Okay! b**h n***as we touch rough, we buck 'em up And lay it down, twist the n***a, your times is up We gangsters, k**ers, thugs, pimps with plenty of hoes And when you lose b**h, that's how it goes b**h n***as we touch rough, we buck 'em up And lay it down, twist the n***a, your times is up We gangsters, k**ers, thugs, pimps with plenty of hoes And when you lose b**h, that's how it goes