Benzino, Lil Jon, Young Hardy - Dat’s How It Goes lyrics

Oh shit put ya middle fingers up on this one
Oh this is the one right here yo
OH we finna get real crunk
Up in this motherfucka man
Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
From ATL stand the fuck up (Oh yeah)
Let's go y'all, g-g-g fuck that
Fuck security yo compton, NY, Connecticut
Are we goin' to boast on this one? (No)

Y'all niggas can't deal with the fact that
'zino getting busy in the booth
I'm gangsta murmur it'll get you done
Recognize my niggas, where you gonna run?
Save yourself from judgement day
Never should've fuck with Ray
Live to die another day
These cats ain't seems what it seen
Motherfuckers don't know what a
Nigga really been through
Ever since my pops did time
I live in the studio rippin' rhymes
Now he out, hit 'em off, he good
He moving with his son, just like he should
Now rethinking of my niggas who
Be from the hood
Don't tell me what I can't to
Lost getting ran through
Fuck around kid and I'll Glock your mental
Stay fuckin' wit' ya man Benzino
Hardy on the side by the Rick Gambino
Burners on the side, that's how we be though
Taking another hit of that Sour Diesel
Stash keep a nigga ride, high all nine
Clap clap nigga run where you at?
Bust through the sunroof
Niggas ain't gun proof
Fuckin' you awake cause some
Niggas better run too
Y'all niggas better run too, huh
Everybody wanna talk war
But when it really come down
To a niggas want peace
Real niggas don't want war on the radio
Real niggas don't fight on the radio
Cock back them thangs, sit your
Little silly ass down, you want no drama
We lick them thangs
North from Stuy niggas didn't
Really want no problems

Okay!
Bitch niggas we touch rough, we buck 'em up
And lay it down, twist the nigga
Your times is up
We gangsters, killers, thugs
Pimps with plenty of hoes
And when you lose bitch, that's how it goes
Bitch niggas we touch rough, we buck 'em up
And lay it down, twist the nigga
Your times is up
We gangsters, killers, thugs
Pimps with plenty of hoes
And when you lose bitch, that's how it goes

I give you no time to run
Run up on you point blank then I fire the gun
Little homie don't think
When it gotta get it done
I put work on the corner
Broad day in the sun too many gunshots
Kids can't play where I'm from
All you hear squalay
All day when the cops come
But I'm steady there smashing the fiends
Young Hardy burned blocks like gasoline
Niggas don't play with my quota
Cement feet then I drop 'em in the water
Get handgagged 'til your breath run out
Sixteen shots, you lucky that I left one out
A lot of niggas named they best
But they left one out
And they gon' mention my name
From here on out
This young boy spit heroin now, I won't stop
'Til a shotgun punk, start tearin' you out, G

Okay!
Bitch niggas we touch rough, we buck 'em up
And lay it down, twist the nigga
Your times is up
We gangsters, killers, thugs
Pimps with plenty of hoes
And when you lose bitch, that's how it goes
Bitch niggas we touch rough, we buck 'em up
And lay it down, twist the nigga
Your times is up
We gangsters, killers, thugs
Pimps with plenty of hoes
And when you lose bitch, that's how it goes