DJ Quik, Mausberg, R. Kelly - It's Like Everyday lyrics

Quik talking: yeah, ain't nothin' changed
Y'all niggas still obvious
Yeah, it's for real though hmph rapping:
Now we don't wanna talk about
All the people I'm supportin'
That's more important to a nigga
Than them diamonds you sportin'
Ain't a sell-out or a bail-out
Although life is a bitch
And I'm beginning to think that they
Don't wanna see Quik rich
Cause, I'm gon' gather up my homiez
& put something in they bellies
Ride around the town bumpin'
That CD from RKelly
Gettin' at them ghetto queens if
You know what I mean
Cause it ain't nothin' like some
Lovin' dipped in afro sheen
Break it down with two gates
In that burgundy eight
Cause real riders don't three wheel they
Just drown on the skate
Send a care package to my
Homiez up in Natches
And shoot a kite 'bout how these suckas
Keep my Benz up in scratches
It ain't no puzzle that's to be expected
Sometimes I think they only come around it
Just to see if I wrecked it
I feel like hittin' the 101
Leavin' town on a bike
On my way up to the Bay to
Clear my mind cause it's like
Chorus (RKelly) everyday is a scuffle
Turnin' them corners to get my hustle
Every single dollar is a struggle
That's how it is comin' up in the ghetto

Maus-Berg: Now I don' been through it all
Pushin' work on the boulevard
Runnin' from the 5-0 in somebody else car
Ghetto dreams so it seems to be easy
Think about my life & I get queasy
Pumpin' the pimp knowin' it ain't helpin' me
But the ghetto got me trapped thinkin' this
Is how it's s'posed to be
A cold thang when you knowin' yo'
Gang ain't got yo' back
But, you still put yo' life on
The line for no snaps

RKelly:
This ghetto world is one big battlefield
That's why we get rich and move to them hills
Everywhere we go the haters tag along
But don't let that stop you get yo' hustle on

Maus-Berg: But dog you gotta do yo'
Thang get yo' grind on
Eliminate the fake & keep yo' game strong
Don't let the streets be yo' downfall
Keep it real with yo'self & you
Gon' rise 'til you ball dog

Quik: It's gettin' down to ground level
But tryin' to keep time
Cause my hustle & my tustle is
My beats & my rhymes
And I'm lovin' this collabo' cause
Rock Land is saucy and Quik is trying to get
Versace staying flossy wit Mausy but the

Maus-Berg:
Drama don't stop but you can make it better
Don't point your finger at the
Next man get yo' cheddar
Lifestyles of a thug ebonic definition
Dog nothin' but love
But we gon' ride to 'til we can't ride no mo'
Pop a bottle a pair of D's
And let the wind blow
When you get it appreciate it cause those
Who ain't got it gon' hate
Every dime is a struggle
So I'mma suffer everyday

Quik: Now my conscience got me wonderin' do
I be in the flow
And this sucka's got me wonderin'
If he friend or foe now do I sin to grow
Knowin' there's consequences
And I'm tired of gettin' bent
Cause it's dullin' my senses

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