That's the Way Sözleri

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-