Krayzie Bone - That's The Way Lyrics
Krayzie bone:thug mentality 1999{prison gate buzzer, opening, and sounds of cell mates}IntroThis is for the hustlas, hustlas...-refrain-Thats the way that we hustle, cuz we struggle everyday... (pain) so muchPain...This is for the hustlas, hustlas...KrayzieCome, follow me now back in the day/ we still was thuggin, nothin changed/Always intoSomethin, whatever, you name it/ young thug with my niggas is one love/ lilBad-ass niggasSneaky, a calm, collected slickster/ I might not have been on the scene, but youCan believe I was inThe picture, in the mixture/ sellin yayo, scrappin, carjackin, gunpackin/Im lackin everything youCan imagine so Im prayin, rappin theyd get me outta this jam, damn just giveMe a chanceIll keep em dancin (dancin) all night (all night) when times get harder andHarder, my dreams gotFurther and further away/ and nigga, I chased em, but couldnt catch em toSave my life/ so nowIm thuggin on this corner/ I gotta increase my financial status/ I chanced it,*****in with these rollersWhen they roll up/ yeah, dont wanna be locked in no cell, but I also cant takeStrippingsAnd be broke with no mail/ oh, yes its hell, and they say that gets easierBut to me it only got deeper and deeper...-refrain-KrayzieJust turned 18 and caught my first case: incarcerated; caught wit a 12 gauge/Tryin to come up withSome money and made a stupid-ass mistake/ couldve been my niggas fate/ *****inWith shotgunsWe out to rob some niggas/ Im drunk/ Im pumped/ I made a mistake and poppedHimNow he bleedin, I see blood/ damn, get to the doctor/ nigga, dont rest inPeace/ doctors took himTo emergency/ coppers came and arrested me/ not knowin if my nigga had made itAlive and wasWell, I tossed and turned in my cell; annoyed and sweatin like hell/ praise toThe lord, and I hopeYou hear me, and I hope you feel me/ I didnt mean to, really, really/ I didntMean it/ I know you seenIt/ I finally spoke to my nigga/ he lifted up, and recovered, and pressed noCharges/ wait, the stateDone picked it up, and I gotta trial in a month, *****/ and the judge aintTryin to give me no loveCuz it was my first offense, but he just thinkin he lockin up a thug (up aThug)So now Im cuffed up on the bus (on the bus) and ridin down 71/ aint noFun...-refrain-KrayzieNow Im locked inside this prison system, bitten, count days left on mySentence/ now I can sayThat Ive been here, but I sure aint gon come back here, uh-uh/ the day theyRelease me Im goinHome/ I can cope, but I cant adjust/ these *****in steel doors drivin me nuts/My last monthIm ready to move out, Im sure/ stay on the low; I listen to thug stories andBe trippin on niggasLove stories/ Im fin to get out of this mutha*****er/ heard em call out myName; 2-50-2-2-58Pack up your shit. its your day jumped out my bunk/ give all my shit to myNiggas/ in fact,I left everything that I had back in jail but my raps/ Im on the streets now/Scene unchangedNiggas still the same/ I aint *****in with you bustas cuz Im tryin to make aChange/ I got with the realDogs, and we was schemin on the mill, yall/ so we had to chill on yall/ getOut of clevelandIf we planned to achieve it/ so we planned it with eazy on greyhound and now weLeavin...-refrain-
