That’s How It Is lyrics

[Intro]
Yo!
Get the f*ck off my di*k and let me rip this sh*t!

[Verse 1]
I write raps and when n*ggas bite, I clap
'Cause their sh*t sounds better now
You done let me down, 'cause I thought you would be dope
But instead, your sh*t's dead
You gets fed to the alligators lurking in the moat, peep what I wrote
You bit so hard, I though the sh*t was a quote.
But still I'm taxing, axing the competition
And any wack men, I stomp and diss 'em
Easily, and you can feel the pressure
Plus when I bust emcees'll be
Trampling each other tryna exit when I flex it
The way I wreck sh*t is not unexpected
n*ggas just lose when I choose
The best crews of emcees and turn 'em into refugees
I slaughter a lot of emcees with all the
Styles I compiles and cut 'em off like valves
Think to yourself I write the sh*t, so you can bite the sh*t
And I'll know, despite you get props
(To da beat!)
n*ggas get dropped
[Chorus: Audio Two ample]
That's how it was and that's how it is!
That's how it was and that's how it is!

[Verse 2]
Enough with this wackness, enough is my check
Enough with these motherf*ckers biting DAS EFX
I come real when I show skill
(Hey, yo, Saafir!) You macked on that ho, ill!
And that's for real, my flow still is everlasting
n*ggas forever blasting shots when Cas gets hot
You're not fresh, so you hating when I be just
Ripping microphones but that's stating the obvious
Now how much harder can it get?
n*ggas try to flow, but they soundin' like me a year ago
sh*t, old, kaput, I got loot
To the hoes I'm cute, and so I always got boots
It's me, so be free to feel the oddly swing
More n*ggas got my back than Rodney King
I feel tight, knowing that the sh*t I write
Will be exposed to foes, and everyone will feel fright
And you'll run and tell your man, "Yo, peep this twist
It's real, try to practise" but the mack is
Way ahead of ya, instead of ya wack sound
I'm kickin' sh*t to make emcees back down
Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads
n*ggas can be dead, I got 'em in line, like SMPTE
Red light, slow that sh*t down, bring it to a halt
You're wack and it's all your fault