Rah Rah - What It Be Like lyrics

[Intro: Rah Rah] Yo, all y'all n***as wanna know what it be like, right? Well my homies gon' show y'all what it be like Rah Rah, Sa**, Young Zee, Avalanche, let's go [Verse 1: Rah Rah] When there's money bein' made, everybody around Soon as the drama come to play, can't nobody be found Start pullin' out the pound, n***as eyes start gleamin' I can see chicks, but it f** me up when God start screamin' n***as talk war, but they ain't even worth the battle Turn b**h when they face at the other end of that barrel I seen a lot of n***as fold up like clothes in the dresser Hotter than the piper bust when they under that pressure What you gon' do, when that n***a that you jump catch ya? Leave your a** slumped, f**ed, layin' on a stretcha Ain't got your homies now to protect ya Take the mask off, look you in your eyes f*ggot, ‘fore he wets ya And all this time you thought that you couldn't be touched Can't f** with a loud n***a, ‘cause they talk too much Same n***a got you sittin' in a federal pen Labeled a fool ‘cause he snitched on several men [Hook: Rah Rah] (x2) Ayo, these n***as ain't G-like, y'all know what it be like They grab a shotty, and catch a body I got n***as in the cell, all dyin' in the county jail On some real sh**, like armed robbery [Verse 2: Young Zee] I don't need to go nowhere, there's hate right in Newark You gettin' money? Them n***as wait by the park I catch you first, I make it bark like a dog Ar ar ar ar ar ar ar, f** y'all I bail out the court on the [?], son Where my lawyer, he start spittin' with the briefcase gun ‘Cause it started off a robbery, turned into a body ‘Cause he dropped me, tell his mom I'm sorry [Verse 3: Avalanche] .25 ACP, knock half of your brain out Since you strapped and I'm strapped, then f** it let's bang out Get it in in the winter, n***as loose in the summer Got homies down state doin' football numbers Keep it trill for my dudes, I be G-in' it out Then when all else fails then it's the robbery route Man I live the street life, you ain't tellin' me sh** Rip n***a's a**, give him every shell in the clip [Hook: Rah Rah] (x2) Ayo, these n***as ain't G-like, y'all know what it be like They grab a shotty, and catch a body I got n***as in the cell, all dyin' in the county jail On some real sh**, like armed robbery [Verse 4: Sa**] Ayo, now everybody on the floor (Don't move!), take that, Armani Valore Gucci sh** restin' calmly on the door Don't make my uzi spit (Rah!), the Tommy here is yours Play hero, they clap you like it's time for the applause [Verse 5: Rah Rah] Ayo these n***as k**in' me with all this gangsta crap Thugs might rhyme, but gangsters don't rap These n***as on wax, they gettin' carried away n***as won't be satisfied till they get carried away If they ain't sniffin' dope, they must be sniffin' that yay Got burners on the returner, homie we don't play And it's a lot of sh** I'm reckin', homie we don't say Get the message? We live by the code of ethics Man listen, better have that tool in the street No snitchin', number one rule in the street If it's business let the gats clap where it's crowded Gangstas split it back, thug n***as rap about it [Outro: Rah Rah] Yeah, G the f** up, this goes out to all my real n***as Ervin Turner, [?], 16th Ave, all my real n***as in the street grindin' All my n***as that don't be in videos and sh**, dancin' around Real n***as be behind the scenes, real gangstas don't rap We play behind the scenes, we get the real money, n***a I ain't no gangsta, I'm a thug n***a Shout outs to all my mothaf**in' drug dealers and all my n***as in the county jail All my n***as down, federal and state pen Wayne, Drop, [?], keep y'all muthaf**in' head up, y'all heard me? Ha ha ha, Rah Rah, Sa**, Young Zee, yo we outta here, for real