Whatitbelike? lyrics

[Intro]
What it be like?
Yea! Yea! n*ggas…
[During a Romey?]
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!

[Chorus]
Agh, ehhh, I'm just a gangsta you see
I'm jumpin' n*ggas stroke my urban, I look like tea, tea
Ugh, ehhh, I'm just a gangsta you see
And now, uugh! Hey, what it be like? (What it be like?)

[Verse 1: Dice]
I'm hoppin' fences, beatin' b*tches with wrenches
Who trust us? f*ck, I'm doin' walk-bys on crutches
Reminder, stickin' up n*ggas for Pathfinders
So finders-keepers, I'm blowin' up sh*t like beepers
They say "Who raised us?" Hittin' up n*ggas with tazers
Slittin' throats with razors, stealin' sounds out of Blazers
No foul-ups, trips or blunders, I run b*tches like numbers (LIAR)
I used to get high with Richard Pryor
And Todd Bridges, live my life on the fringes
It's all about money, no time for bein' religious
Who's gonna stop me? Not a skinhead or a Nazi
And when I die please don't perform an autopsy
Just run, n*gga, run, n*gga! You better be gone
Or you will be found dead in your '95 Yukon
It's just the Dice, the master of rhymin'
And even though she's dead I wanna f*ck Phyllis Hyman
[Chorus]
What it be like? I'm just a gangsta you see!
And we [drop, no walk?] and we [talk the caught G?]
Now, what it be like? I'm just a gangsta you see!
We [be city the Audi?] and we come [to Dice?]
Now, what it be like?

[Verse 2: Razzaq]
b*tches on my block still smokin' rocks
Pocket full of money and a condom box
Nominated to be be the most f*cked up, n*gga when intoxicated
My E.A.R.T.H. weigh six sextillion tons
A unit followed by 21 cyphers, n*ggas say I'm the illest f*ck the [?]
My n*ggas doin ride-bys on mountain bikes
Shippin' marijuana to Madison Heights
The pervert drivin' a stolen Corvette convert
Chillin on Belle Isle 'cause I like to flirt
What you thought, n*gga? Your boy got shot, it ain't my fault
n*ggas tryin' to think of ways to get paid much quicker
Phone's ringin', n*gga in jail started singin'
Songs that don't belong in his mouth
We had a car full of n*ggas so we threw 'em out
He had a head full of brains so we blew 'em out
Insane, leavin' blood stains in your Mustang
Top down tryin' to rinse the sh*t out with the rain
Civilized, though I'm not out sellin' pies
Chillin' in McDonalds eatin' old french fries
[Chorus]
What it be like? I'm just a gangsta you see!
**Lyrics later in around 2025**