Ras Kass, Jazze Pha - It Is What It Is lyrics

I been around the world once
Had your fiancee twice i ain't nuthin' nice
But every lifestyle got a price
Kiss my momma on the cheek
'cause her love was deep like Keith Sweat
But the deeper the streets get
The deeper the beef get
Enough Fatal Attraction to boil your pet
'Cause everybody wanna have it lavish
Now, courvoisier is my dossier overnight
Inside
I write like six hundred thousand kilobytes
Yes I'm on one, European cars, Cuban cigars
Rap stars
Glass ceilings to the inevitable cap
Peeling for sexual healing i lack feeling
Wrote it for black women like Terry McMillan
Save a prayer for me
I was told no guts no glory
I shed a tear once in a while, too
But a soldier gots to do what he gots to do
I want stock in Fox
Coughin' with Rupert Murdoch
I thought you knew it is what it is

Nowadays, that's the way it is

How it is, and how it is is kinda fucked up


What it is, and how it is is kinda fucked up

If the pussy is free, then talk is cheap
Then again, it's probably cheaper to keep her
Back in the days
All a nigga needed was suede
Pumas and a beeper
Now they all expecting condos
Briquettes and pet cheetahs
See ya when I see ya
And by then I know the motives, she bogus
I noticed her jocking the rims on the Lotus
I learned early to trust God
When moms was like

You need to swoosh your ass and get a job
My occupation be operation
More horsepower than Daytona
'Cause I'm a Rider, like Winona
Being nice is a vice
The gift is naturally mine
That's like +Grand Verbalizer+ not
Knowing the time
See, my partners commit crimes
Serving federal bids
Confined to a six by nine regrettin'
The wrong shit he did
I swear, wishin' we was still little kids
But we grown men now homey, it is what it is

Nowadays, that's the way it is

How it is, and how it is is kinda fucked up


What it is, and how it is is kinda fucked up

Hip Hop ain't even fun
In these strange days
Rappers is gettin' done like Jericho won
Within two months
Two major artists got slumped
I whispered God rest the dead
And let the Blaupunkt pump
Kept a part and a fade
Since about eleventh grade
Rock the Donna Karan shades
'Cause I don't like to
Dream about gettin' paid but I'm afraid I do
Trying to organize a team
Willing to empty magazines
This supreme fiends for CREAM we need Jes
-us like Mary Magdalene and
Born Again Christians
Ain't a politician 'cause I
Already got your vote
True, I want your money but
I ain't a preacher no
I don't even love the dough
But if you don't work you don't eat
So I want all I can get before I go
I love what money can get me
It's elementary evidently
The custom convertible Bentley tempt me
It is what it is

Nowadays, that's the way it is

How it is, and how it is is kinda fucked up


What it is, and how it is is kinda fucked up

There are things that we can change
Some things remain the same
That's just the way it is way it goes, yeah
There are things that we can change
But most things gon' stay the same
It's the way it is
You better believe it, ooh yeah