I been around the world once, had your fiance twice I ain't nothin' nice but every lifestyle got a price Kiss my momma on the cheek 'cause her love was deep Like Keith Sweat but the deeper the streets get The deeper the beef get Enough 'Fatal Attraction' to boil your pet 'Cause everybody wanna have it lavish and sh Now, courvoisier is my dossier overnight, insight I write like six hundred thousand kilobytes Yes, I'm on one, European cars, Cuban cigars, rap stars Glass ceilings to the inevitable cap peeling for sexual healing I lack feeling, voted for black women like Terry Macmillan Save a prayer for me, I was told no guts no glory I shed a tear once in a while, too But a soldier gots to do what he gots to do I want stock in Fox with Rupert Murdoch I thought you knew, it is what it is Nowadays, that's the way it is Why do we do what we do When we do what we must That's how it is and how it is is kinda fucked up It's sad to say but things just ain't the same no more Why do we do what we do When we do what we lust, it is what it is And how it is is kinda fucked up If the pussy is free, then talk is cheap Then again, it's probably cheaper to keep her Back in the days, all a nigga needed Was suede pumas and a beeper Now they all expecting condos Briquettes and pet cheetahs, see ya when I see ya And by then I know the motives, she bogus I noticed her jocking the rims on the Lotus I learned early to trust God when moms was like (You wear all that Nike shit) You need to swoosh your ass and get a job My occupation be operation, more horsepower than Daytona 'Cause I'm a Rider, like Winona Being nice is a vice, the gift is naturally mine That's like Grand Verbalizer not knowing the time See, my partners commit crimes serving federal bids Confined to a six by nine regrettin' the wrong shit he did I swear, wishing we was still little kids But we grown men now homey, it is what it is Nowadays, that's the way it is Why do we do what we do When we do what we must That's how it is and how it is is kinda fucked up It's sad to say but things just ain't the same no more Why do we do what we do When we do what we lust, it is what it is And how it is is kinda fucked up Hip hop ain't even fun In these strange days, rappers is getting done Like Jericho won Within two months, two major artists got slumped I whispered God rest the dead and let the Blaupunkt pump Kept a part and a fade since about eleventh grade Rock the Donna Karan shades Cause I don't like to dream about getting paid But I'm afraid I do Trying to organize a team, willing to empty magazines This supreme fiends for cream We need Jesus like Mary Magdalene and Born Again Christians Ain't a politician cause I already got your vote True, I want your money but I ain't a preacher no I don't even love the dough But if you don't work you don't eat So I want all I can get before I go I love what money can get, it's elementary evidently the custom convertible Bentley tempt me It is what it is Nowadays, that's the way it is Why do we do what we do When we do what we must That's how it is and how it is is kinda fucked up It's sad to say but things just ain't the same no more Why do we do what we do When we do what we lust, it is what it is And how it is is kinda fucked up Nowadays, that's the way it is Why do we do what we do When we do what we must That's how it is and how it is is kinda fucked up It's sad to say but things just ain't the same no more Why do we do what we do When we do what we lust, it is what it is And how it is is kinda fucked up There are things that we can change Some things remain the same That's just the way it is Way it goes, yeah There are things that we can change But most things gon' stay the same It's the way it is You better believe it, oh, yeah © FLYTE TYME TUNES; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com