What It Be Like song by Young Zee from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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What It Be Like Meaning
| [[Intro: Rah Rah] Yo, all y’all niggas wanna know what it be like, right? Well my homies gon’ show y’all what it be like Rah Rah, Sass, 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, niggas eyes start gleamin’ I can see chicks, but it fuck me up when God start screamin’ Niggas talk war, but they ain’t even worth the battle Turn bitch when they face at the other end of that barrel I seen a lot of niggas fold up like clothes in the dresser Hotter than the piper bust when they under that pressure What you gon’ do, when that nigga that you jump catch ya? Leave your ass slumped, fucked, layin’ on a stretcha Ain’t got your homies now to protect ya Take the mask off, look you in your eyes faggot, ‘fore he wets ya And all this time you thought that you couldn’t be touched Can’t fuck with a loud nigga, ‘cause they talk too much Same nigga got you sittin’ in a federal pen Labeled a fool ‘cause he snitched on several men [Hook: Rah Rah] (x2) Ayo, these niggas ain’t G-like, y’all know what it be like They grab a shotty, and catch a body I got niggas in the cell, all dyin’ in the county jail On some real shit, like armed robbery , [Verse 2: Young Zee] I don’t need to go nowhere, there’s hate right in Newark You gettin’ money? Them niggas wait by the park I catch you first, I make it bark like a dog Ar ar ar ar ar ar ar, fuck 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 fuck it let’s bang out Get it in in the winter, niggas 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 shit Rip nigga’s ass, give him every shell in the clip [Hook: Rah Rah] (x2) Ayo, these niggas ain’t G-like, y’all know what it be like They grab a shotty, and catch a body I got niggas in the cell, all dyin’ in the county jail On some real shit, like armed robbery , [Verse 4: Sass] Ayo, now everybody on the floor (Don’t move!), take that, Armani Valore Gucci shit 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 niggas killin’ me with all this gangsta crap Thugs might rhyme, but gangsters don’t rap These niggas on wax, they gettin’ carried away Niggas 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 shit 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 niggas rap about it [Outro: Rah Rah] Yeah, G the fuck up, this goes out to all my real niggas Ervin Turner, [?], 16th Ave, all my real niggas in the street grindin’ All my niggas that don’t be in videos and shit, dancin’ around Real niggas be behind the scenes, real gangstas don’t rap We play behind the scenes, we get the real money, nigga I ain’t no gangsta, I’m a thug nigga Shout outs to all my mothafuckin’ drug dealers and all my niggas in the county jail All my niggas down, federal and state pen Wayne, Drop, [?], keep y’all muthafuckin’ head up, y’all heard me? Ha ha ha, Rah Rah, Sass, Young Zee, yo we outta here, for real] |
