Testo The Way Life Is

[Verse 1]Listen up, yo, shit I get upset if I see a nigga, layin in his sweatsWith blood comin out his head like sweat, knowin I could be nextSo, what about all the babies that aint fully bornThat's less fortunate, like that man walkin with one armThey tried to throw me up in a orphanage, with all the kidsBut I stayed up in the offices cuz they couldn't get me, off a kidIt's sad when a good mother put hard workLike wash clothes, off the shit we played on and got hurtWhy she gotta pay for the dirtCuz her only son is up the street with the whole block sourCuz you know bodies lay for 'bout for eight hoursWanna talk about our chrome whipsThere's niggas out there don't own shitWhile we sit at home and bone a bitch while niggas is homelessSee niggas get piped over dice, wiped out, over 4 digit priceDamn near broke my heart, made me so sick, I had to go shitFound her up the steps a bloody mess, hopelessIt wasn't cops cuz only street niggas empty the whole clipYa know thisCHORUS 2X: Case and Drag-OnPeople come, people go, that's the way life is(and I heard that)I don't know what to do, guess I'll just handle it(and we heard that)[Verse 2]Yo bullets don't have no nameOr maybe y'all niggas should get better aimAnd stop puttin these innocent people in painIt's a damn shame that life aint, nothin but a gameAnd we all at the 4th quarter, cuz our time is shorter and shorterCuz y'all got time to tap our phones and hear the ordersAnd stop the coke from comin across the watersBut y'all can't stop the slaughtersOr the people from starvinThe guns is not standin still, they still revolvinUptight and still mobbinBlacks still sling cracks and know I know why they call itFishscale, from Colombia to New York on a boat the shit sellsTell a weak whore, and when I scoreI'ma open up my door and give to the poorTil they tell me they don't even want no moreY'all keep raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kidsAnd categorize us on, where we live like by on broadwayIt's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed in projects seriousAnd why y'all call it a project, are we an experiment?CHORUS 2X[Verse 3]Yo, I wasn't tryin to be a slaveOr encaged up with braidsI was saved by a guy with a older age with gradesTold me the other ways to get paid, than lettin my gun waveWe know you brave, get yo' shit tight and here's a penIt's much lighter, like click click, that's a gun soundBlau! That's a round now hit the groundThat's what Drag learns cuz his pop's back was turnedNow call the cops, what about that gat that just got punginOr that kid that got it 41 times, you call that justice?If it is, then what the fuck is thisSomethin I must have just missedMaybe Christmas and get a nut off, we get our hot water cut offOff my Timbs I wipe the mud off, cuz I put the stomp in itPretty rivers, and lakes and ponds, Drag was in a swamp in BronxWell death is where I coulda goneCuz where I'm from the bullets longY'all see the news, but why my block gang got no footage onCuz my life is like a movie, when you die, aint no comin back shitSo if one of y'all get shot, nigga handle itCHORUS 4X to fade