That's The Way

Krayzie bone:thug mentality 1999





{prison gate buzzer, opening, and sounds of cell mates}

Intro

This is for the hustlas, hustlas...

-refrain-

That's the way that we hustle, cuz we struggle everyday... (pain) so much

Pain...

This is for the hustlas, hustlas...

Krayzie

Come, follow me now back in the day/ we still was thuggin', nothin' changed/

Always into

Somethin', whatever, you name it/ young thug with my niggas is one love/ lil'

Bad-ass niggas

Sneaky, a calm, collected slickster/ i might not have been on the scene, but you

Can believe i was in

The picture, in the mixture/ sellin' yayo, scrappin', carjackin', gunpackin'/

I'm lackin' everything you

Can imagine so i'm prayin', rappin' they'd get me outta this jam, damn just give

Me a chance

I'll keep 'em dancin' (dancin') all night (all night) when times get harder and

Harder, my dreams got

Further and further away/ and nigga, i chased 'em, but couldn't catch 'em to

Save my life/ so now

I'm thuggin' on this corner/ i gotta increase my financial status/ i chanced it,

Fuckin' with these rollers

When they roll up/ yeah, don't wanna be locked in no cell, but i also can't take

Strippings

And be broke with no mail/ oh, yes it's hell, and they say that gets easier

But to me it only got deeper and deeper...

-refrain-

Krayzie

Just turned 18 and caught my first case: incarcerated; caught wit a 12 gauge/

Tryin' to come up with

Some money and made a stupid-ass mistake/ could've been my niggas fate/ fuckin'

With shotguns

We out to rob some niggas/ i'm drunk/ i'm pumped/ i made a mistake and popped

Him

Now he bleedin', i see blood/ damn, get to the doctor/ nigga, don't rest in

Peace/ doctor's took him

To emergency/ coppers came and arrested me/ not knowin' if my nigga had made it

Alive and was

Well, i tossed and turned in my cell; annoyed and sweatin' like hell/ praise to

The lord, and i hope

You hear me, and i hope you feel me/ i didn't mean to, really, really/ i didn't

Mean it/ i know you seen

It/ i finally spoke to my nigga/ he lifted up, and recovered, and pressed no

Charges/ wait, the state

Done picked it up, and i gotta trial in a month, fuck/ and the judge ain't

Tryin' to give me no love

Cuz it was my first offense, but he just thinkin' he lockin' up a thug (up a

Thug)

So now i'm cuffed up on the bus (on the bus) and ridin' down '71/ ain't no

Fun...

-refrain-

Krayzie

Now i'm locked inside this prison system, bitten, count days left on my

Sentence/ now i can say

That i've been here, but i sure ain't gon' come back here, uh-uh/ the day they

Release me i'm goin'

Home/ i can cope, but i can't adjust/ these fuckin' steel doors drivin' me nuts/

My last month

I'm ready to move out, i'm sure/ stay on the low; i listen to thug stories and

Be trippin' on niggas

Love stories/ i'm fin to get out of this muthafucker/ heard 'em call out my

Name; 2-50-2-2-58

"pack up your shit. it's your day" jumped out my bunk/ give all my shit to my

Niggas/ in fact,

I left everything that i had back in jail but my raps/ i'm on the streets now/

Scene unchanged

Niggas still the same/ i ain't fuckin' with you bustas cuz i'm tryin' to make a

Change/ i got with the real

Dogs, and we was schemin' on the mill, y'all/ so we had to chill on y'all/ get

Out of cleveland

If we planned to achieve it/ so we planned it with eazy on greyhound and now we

Leavin'...

-refrain-


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