The Way Life Is

[Verse 1] Listen up, yo, shit I get upset if I see a nigga, layin' in his sweats With blood comin' out his head like sweat, knowin' I could be next So, what about all the babies that ain't fully born That's less fortunate, like that man walkin' with one arm They tried to throw me up in a orphanage, with all the kids But I stayed up in the offices 'cause they couldn't get me, off a kid It's sad when a good mother put hard work Like wash clothes, off the shit we played on and got hurt Why she gotta pay for the dirt 'Cause her only son is up the street with the whole block sour 'Cause you know bodies lay for 'bout for eight hours Want to talk about our chrome whips There's niggas out there don't own shit While we sit at home and bone a bitch while niggas is homeless See niggas get piped over dice, wiped out, over 4 digit price Damn near broke my heart, made me so sick, I had to go shit Found her up the steps a bloody mess, hopeless It wasn't cops 'cause only street niggas empty the whole clip Ya know this [Chorus: x2] People 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 name Or maybe y'all niggas should get better aim And stop puttin' these innocent people in pain It's a damn shame that life ain't, nothin' but a game And we all at the 4th quarter, 'cause our time is shorter and shorter 'Cause y'all got time to tap our phones and hear the orders And stop the coke from comin' across the waters But y'all can't stop the slaughters Or the people from starvin' The guns is not standin' still, they still revolvin' Uptight and still mobbin' Blacks still sling cracks and know I know why they call it Fishscale, from Colombia to New York on a boat the shit sells Tell a weak whore, and when I score I'm a open up my door and give to the poor Til they tell me they don't even want no more Y'all keep raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids And categorize us on, where we live like by on Broadway It's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed in projects serious And why Y'all call it a project, are we an experiment? [Chorus: x2] [Verse 3] Yo, I wasn't tryin to be a slave Or encaged up with braids I was saved by a guy with a older age with grades Told me the other ways to get paid, than lettin my gun wave We know you brave, get yo' shit tight and here's a pen It's much lighter, like click click, that's a gun sound Blau! That's a round now hit the ground That's what Drag learns 'cause his pop's back was turned Now call the cops, what about that gat that just got pungin' Or that kid that got it 41 times, you call that justice? If it is, then what the fuck is this Somethin' I must have just missed Maybe Christmas and get a nut off, we get our hot water cut off Off my Timbs I wipe the mud off, 'cause I put the stomp in it Pretty rivers, and lakes and ponds, Drag was in a swamp in Bronx Well death is where I could of gone 'Cause where I'm from the bullets long Y'all see the news, but why my block gang got no footage on 'Cause my life is like a movie, when you die, ain't no comin' back shit So if one of y'all get shot, nigga handle it [Chorus: x4]