Drag-On, Case - The Way Life Is lyrics

Listen up, yo, shit I get upset
If I see a nigga, layin in his sweats
With blood comin out his head like sweat
Knowin I could be next
So, what about all the babies
That ain't fully born that's less fortunate
Like that man walkin with one arm
They tried to throw me up in a orphanage
With all the kids
But I stayed up in the offices
Cuz they couldn't get me, off a kid
It's sad when a good mother put hard work
Like wash clothes
Off the shit we played on and got hurt
Why she gotta pay for the dirt
Cuz her only son is up the
Street with the whole block sour
Cuz you know bodies lay for
'bout for eight hours
Wanna talk about our chrome whips
There's niggas out there don't own shit
While we sit at home and bone
A bitch while niggas is homeless
See niggas get piped over dice, wiped out
Over 4 digit price
Damn near broke my heart, made me so sick
I had to go shit
Found her up the steps a bloody mess
Hopeless it wasn't cops cuz only street
Niggas empty the whole clip ya know this
Case and Drag-On

People come, people go
That's the way life is (and I heard that)
I don't know what to do
Guess I'll just handle it
(and we heard that)

Yo bullets don't have no name
Or maybe y'all niggas should get better aim
And stop puttin these innocent people in pain
It's a damn shame that life ain't
Nothin but a game
And we all at the 4th quarter
Cuz our time is shorter and shorter
Cuz y'all got time to tap our
Phones and hear the orders
And stop the coke from
Comin across the waters
But y'all can't stop the slaughters
Or the people from starvin
The guns is not standin still
They still revolvin uptight and still mobbin
Blacks still sling cracks and know I
Know why they call it
Fishscale, from Colombia to New York on
A boat the shit sells
Tell a weak whore, and when I score
I'ma open up my door and give to the poor
Til they tell me they don't even want no more
Y'all keep raisin the rent
Then tell us how to raise our kids
And categorize us on
Where we live like by on broadway
It's all Dominicans and blacks that's
Packed in projects serious
And why y'all call it a project
Are we an experiment?

Yo, I wasn't tryin to be a slave
Or encaged up with braids
I was saved by a guy with
A older age with grades
Told me the other ways to get paid
Than lettin my gun wave we know you brave
Get yo' shit tight and here's a pen
It's much lighter, like click click
That's a gun sound
Blau! That's a round now hit the ground
That's what Drag learns cuz his
Pop's back was turned now call the cops
What about that gat that just got pungin
Or that kid that got it 41 times
You call that justice?
If it is, then what the fuck is this
Somethin I must have just missed
Maybe Christmas and get a nut off
We get our hot water cut off
Off my Timbs I wipe the mud off
Cuz I put the stomp in it
Pretty rivers, and lakes and ponds
Drag was in a swamp in Bronx
Well death is where I coulda gone
Cuz where I'm from the bullets long
Y'all see the news
But why my block gang got no footage on
Cuz my life is like a movie, when you die
Ain't no comin back shit
So if one of y'all get shot, nigga handle it

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