Dat’s How It Goes
Title | Dat’s How It Goes |
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Artist | Benzino |
Album | Arch Nemesis |
Release Date | 2005-02-22 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: Benzino] Oh shit 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 motherfucka man Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz from ATL stand the fuck up (Oh yeah!) Let's go y'all, g-g-g fuck that, fuck security yo Compton, NY, Connecticut Are we goin' to boast on this one? (No!) [Verse 1: Benzino] Y'all niggas can't deal with the fact that 'zino getting busy in the booth I'm gangsta murmur it'll get you done Recognize my niggas, where you gonna run? Save yourself from judgement day Never should've fuck with Ray Live to die another day These cats ain't seems what it seen Motherfuckers don't know what a nigga 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 niggas who be from the hood Don't tell me what I can't to Lost getting ran through Fuck around kid and I'll Glock your mental Stay fuckin' 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 nigga ride, high all nine Clap clap nigga run where you at? Bust through the sunroof Niggas ain't gun proof Fuckin' you awake cause some niggas better run too Y'all niggas better run too, huh Everybody wanna talk war But when it really come down to a niggas want peace Real niggas don't want war on the radio Real niggas don't fight on the radio Cock back them thangs, sit your little silly ass down, you want no drama We lick them thangs, north from Stuy niggas didn't really want no problems [Hook: Lil Jon] Okay! Bitch niggas we touch rough, we buck 'em up And lay it down, twist the nigga, your times is up We gangsters, killers, thugs, pimps with plenty of hoes And when you lose bitch, that's how it goes Bitch niggas we touch rough, we buck 'em up And lay it down, twist the nigga, your times is up We gangsters, killers, thugs, pimps with plenty of hoes And when you lose bitch, 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 Niggas 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 niggas named they best, but they left one out And they gon' mention my name from here on out This young boy spit heroin now, I won't stop 'Til a shotgun punk, start tearin' you out, G You might also like[Hook: Lil Jon] Okay! Bitch niggas we touch rough, we buck 'em up And lay it down, twist the nigga, your times is up We gangsters, killers, thugs, pimps with plenty of hoes And when you lose bitch, that's how it goes Bitch niggas we touch rough, we buck 'em up And lay it down, twist the nigga, your times is up We gangsters, killers, thugs, pimps with plenty of hoes And when you lose bitch, that's how it goes |