Group Home - Be Like That Lyrics
Intro: agallahYeah niggaI got the gat on them nowPay back (laughing)Chorus: lil dap & agallahWhy, it got to be like thatStraight like that, real like thatWhere my brooklyn niggas at?Why, it got to be like thatStraight like that, real like thatWhere my queens niggas at?Why, it got to be like thatStraight like that, real like thatWhere my harlem niggas at?Why, it got to be like thatStraight like that, real like thatWhere my bronx niggas at?{lil dap}Why it gotta be like that?Niggas, dont act because he flip tracksAnd broads dont know how to actChillin the east, with the group home appealRippin with steel, and you know my niggas are realLike straight like that, will burn a hole right through your mapThese brooklyn cats, I hope we eatin your food blackWe keep it real, with the niggas keep it real with meThat understand that street knowledge was there only keySee before rappin, niggas couldnt ***** with meIts like these fake brothers stoled brooklyn streetsOn these streets I give you square, now shit is the sameBecause together we stay, and the desert storm is onExpect the unexpected, when the juice has been injectedThe many styles we have, have been well protectedMove within a makin, observe the fakin to mistake itMy soul is ackin, too much pain Ive been takinInside my heart, Ive been torned apartBut we play it smart, and get money in the streets smartsOf the streets, cuz my brothers keep it rowdyThe way they front, and try to act like they bout itChorus{melachi the nutcracker}Aiyo, Im comin up, Im runnin up like a soldierI thought I told you, punks, I controlled yaIm strong like a boulder, ready to fold yaI treat you like a new born puppy and scold yaIm older, Im power full like a dodgeNow you know what Im talkin about me and my squadI pull your card, Im underground like the mobPunk get on your job, here come the superstarsThe nutcracker, quick to snappin your backI was born in the ghetto so it be like thatI was born in the ghetto so it be like thatI was born in the ghetto so it be like thatChorus{blackadon}I sing a song, to break your armThe black is pimpin brook-lan, who am I the donThe pro with precon, frustated like saddamIve been behind the seeds, but now Im here to chop the bombLook me in my grill, my eyes cold as steelI came to kill, I speak upon you like a pillFor that from brownsville, rusty *****es on my dealShisty nigga breast filled if I start to fillYou weakness is a mil, put your body on chillI aint got a deal, going out for the milCuz skills get more friends then women in the hillsThe more dough you get, then the more head like billFor realChorus{guru}You wont be able to understand the power of allahThat means gods plan, the hours facing our manThe sour feelings, the ways and actions of this manSuckas was the crew with the spanThats like muhammed & jesus splittin up without a planThats like martin & malcolm praying for a separate outcomeThats why you cant e-mail me, ***** the fiend dot comSupreme alphabet, seekin creaming out the getMad riches to team, by my next mic checkPlus you this artist sacred like aztecChorus
