Be Like That Lyrics
| Song | Be Like That |
| Artist | Group Home |
| Album | A Tear for the Ghetto |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro：agallah | |
| Yeah nigga | |
| I got the gat on them now | |
| Pay back (laughing) | |
| Chorus: lil dap & agallah | |
| Why, it got to be like that | |
| Straight like that, real like that | |
| Where my brooklyn niggas at? | |
| Why, it got to be like that | |
| Straight like that, real like that | |
| Where my queens niggas at? | |
| Why, it got to be like that | |
| Straight like that, real like that | |
| Where my harlem niggas at? | |
| Why, it got to be like that | |
| Straight like that, real like that | |
| Where my bronx niggas at? | |
| {lil dap} | |
| Why it gotta be like that? | |
| Niggas, don't act because he flip tracks | |
| And broads don't know how to act | |
| Chillin the east, with the group home appeal | |
| Rippin with steel, and you know my niggas are real | |
| Like straight like that, will burn a hole right through your map | |
| These brooklyn cats, i hope we eatin your food black | |
| We keep it real, with the niggas keep it real with me | |
| That understand that street knowledge was there only key | |
| See before rappin, niggas couldn't fuck with me | |
| It's like these fake brothers stoled brooklyn streets | |
| On these streets i give you square, now shit is the same | |
| Because together we stay, and the desert storm is on | |
| Expect the unexpected, when the juice has been injected | |
| The many styles we have, have been well protected | |
| Move within a makin, observe the fakin to mistake it | |
| My soul is ackin, too much pain i've been takin | |
| Inside my heart, i've been torned apart | |
| But we play it smart, and get money in the streets smarts | |
| Of the streets, cuz my brothers keep it rowdy | |
| The way they front, and try to act like they bout it | |
| Chorus | |
| {melachi the nutcracker} | |
| Aiyo, i'm comin up, i'm runnin up like a soldier | |
| I thought i told you, punks, i controlled ya | |
| I'm strong like a boulder, ready to fold ya | |
| I treat you like a new born puppy and scold ya | |
| I'm older, i'm power full like a dodge | |
| Now you know what i'm talkin about me and my squad | |
| I pull your card, i'm underground like the mob | |
| Punk get on your job, here come the superstars | |
| The nutcracker, quick to snappin your back | |
| I was born in the ghetto so it be like that | |
| I was born in the ghetto so it be like that | |
| I was born in the ghetto so it be like that | |
| Chorus | |
| {blackadon} | |
| I sing a song, to break your arm | |
| The black is pimpin brook-lan, who am i the don | |
| The pro with precon, frustated like saddam | |
| I've been behind the seeds, but now i'm here to chop the bomb | |
| Look me in my grill, my eyes cold as steel | |
| I came to kill, i speak upon you like a pill | |
| For that from brownsville, rusty bitches on my deal | |
| Shisty nigga breast filled if i start to fill | |
| You weakness is a mil, put your body on chill | |
| I ain't got a deal, going out for the mil | |
| Cuz skills get more friends then women in the hills | |
| The more dough you get, then the more head like bill | |
| For real | |
| Chorus | |
| {guru} | |
| You won't be able to understand the power of allah | |
| That means god's plan, the hour's facing our man | |
| The sour feelings, the ways and actions of this man | |
| Suckas was the crew with the span | |
| That's like muhammed & jesus splittin up without a plan | |
| That's like martin & malcolm praying for a separate outcome | |
| That's why you can't e-mail me, fuck the fiend dot com | |
| Supreme alphabet, seekin creaming out the get | |
| Mad riches to team, by my next mic check | |
| Plus you this artist sacred like aztec | |
| Chorus |
| Intro: agallah | |
| Yeah nigga | |
| I got the gat on them now | |
| Pay back laughing | |
| Chorus: lil dap agallah | |
| Why, it got to be like that | |
| Straight like that, real like that | |
| Where my brooklyn niggas at? | |
| Why, it got to be like that | |
| Straight like that, real like that | |
| Where my queens niggas at? | |
| Why, it got to be like that | |
| Straight like that, real like that | |
| Where my harlem niggas at? | |
| Why, it got to be like that | |
| Straight like that, real like that | |
| Where my bronx niggas at? | |
| lil dap | |
| Why it gotta be like that? | |
| Niggas, don' t act because he flip tracks | |
| And broads don' t know how to act | |
| Chillin the east, with the group home appeal | |
| Rippin with steel, and you know my niggas are real | |
| Like straight like that, will burn a hole right through your map | |
| These brooklyn cats, i hope we eatin your food black | |
| We keep it real, with the niggas keep it real with me | |
| That understand that street knowledge was there only key | |
| See before rappin, niggas couldn' t fuck with me | |
| It' s like these fake brothers stoled brooklyn streets | |
| On these streets i give you square, now shit is the same | |
| Because together we stay, and the desert storm is on | |
| Expect the unexpected, when the juice has been injected | |
| The many styles we have, have been well protected | |
| Move within a makin, observe the fakin to mistake it | |
| My soul is ackin, too much pain i' ve been takin | |
| Inside my heart, i' ve been torned apart | |
| But we play it smart, and get money in the streets smarts | |
| Of the streets, cuz my brothers keep it rowdy | |
| The way they front, and try to act like they bout it | |
| Chorus | |
| melachi the nutcracker | |
| Aiyo, i' m comin up, i' m runnin up like a soldier | |
| I thought i told you, punks, i controlled ya | |
| I' m strong like a boulder, ready to fold ya | |
| I treat you like a new born puppy and scold ya | |
| I' m older, i' m power full like a dodge | |
| Now you know what i' m talkin about me and my squad | |
| I pull your card, i' m underground like the mob | |
| Punk get on your job, here come the superstars | |
| The nutcracker, quick to snappin your back | |
| I was born in the ghetto so it be like that | |
| I was born in the ghetto so it be like that | |
| I was born in the ghetto so it be like that | |
| Chorus | |
| blackadon | |
| I sing a song, to break your arm | |
| The black is pimpin brooklan, who am i the don | |
| The pro with precon, frustated like saddam | |
| I' ve been behind the seeds, but now i' m here to chop the bomb | |
| Look me in my grill, my eyes cold as steel | |
| I came to kill, i speak upon you like a pill | |
| For that from brownsville, rusty bitches on my deal | |
| Shisty nigga breast filled if i start to fill | |
| You weakness is a mil, put your body on chill | |
| I ain' t got a deal, going out for the mil | |
| Cuz skills get more friends then women in the hills | |
| The more dough you get, then the more head like bill | |
| For real | |
| Chorus | |
| guru | |
| You won' t be able to understand the power of allah | |
| That means god' s plan, the hour' s facing our man | |
| The sour feelings, the ways and actions of this man | |
| Suckas was the crew with the span | |
| That' s like muhammed jesus splittin up without a plan | |
| That' s like martin malcolm praying for a separate outcome | |
| That' s why you can' t email me, fuck the fiend dot com | |
| Supreme alphabet, seekin creaming out the get | |
| Mad riches to team, by my next mic check | |
| Plus you this artist sacred like aztec | |
| Chorus |
| Intro: agallah | |
| Yeah nigga | |
| I got the gat on them now | |
| Pay back laughing | |
| Chorus: lil dap agallah | |
| Why, it got to be like that | |
| Straight like that, real like that | |
| Where my brooklyn niggas at? | |
| Why, it got to be like that | |
| Straight like that, real like that | |
| Where my queens niggas at? | |
| Why, it got to be like that | |
| Straight like that, real like that | |
| Where my harlem niggas at? | |
| Why, it got to be like that | |
| Straight like that, real like that | |
| Where my bronx niggas at? | |
| lil dap | |
| Why it gotta be like that? | |
| Niggas, don' t act because he flip tracks | |
| And broads don' t know how to act | |
| Chillin the east, with the group home appeal | |
| Rippin with steel, and you know my niggas are real | |
| Like straight like that, will burn a hole right through your map | |
| These brooklyn cats, i hope we eatin your food black | |
| We keep it real, with the niggas keep it real with me | |
| That understand that street knowledge was there only key | |
| See before rappin, niggas couldn' t fuck with me | |
| It' s like these fake brothers stoled brooklyn streets | |
| On these streets i give you square, now shit is the same | |
| Because together we stay, and the desert storm is on | |
| Expect the unexpected, when the juice has been injected | |
| The many styles we have, have been well protected | |
| Move within a makin, observe the fakin to mistake it | |
| My soul is ackin, too much pain i' ve been takin | |
| Inside my heart, i' ve been torned apart | |
| But we play it smart, and get money in the streets smarts | |
| Of the streets, cuz my brothers keep it rowdy | |
| The way they front, and try to act like they bout it | |
| Chorus | |
| melachi the nutcracker | |
| Aiyo, i' m comin up, i' m runnin up like a soldier | |
| I thought i told you, punks, i controlled ya | |
| I' m strong like a boulder, ready to fold ya | |
| I treat you like a new born puppy and scold ya | |
| I' m older, i' m power full like a dodge | |
| Now you know what i' m talkin about me and my squad | |
| I pull your card, i' m underground like the mob | |
| Punk get on your job, here come the superstars | |
| The nutcracker, quick to snappin your back | |
| I was born in the ghetto so it be like that | |
| I was born in the ghetto so it be like that | |
| I was born in the ghetto so it be like that | |
| Chorus | |
| blackadon | |
| I sing a song, to break your arm | |
| The black is pimpin brooklan, who am i the don | |
| The pro with precon, frustated like saddam | |
| I' ve been behind the seeds, but now i' m here to chop the bomb | |
| Look me in my grill, my eyes cold as steel | |
| I came to kill, i speak upon you like a pill | |
| For that from brownsville, rusty bitches on my deal | |
| Shisty nigga breast filled if i start to fill | |
| You weakness is a mil, put your body on chill | |
| I ain' t got a deal, going out for the mil | |
| Cuz skills get more friends then women in the hills | |
| The more dough you get, then the more head like bill | |
| For real | |
| Chorus | |
| guru | |
| You won' t be able to understand the power of allah | |
| That means god' s plan, the hour' s facing our man | |
| The sour feelings, the ways and actions of this man | |
| Suckas was the crew with the span | |
| That' s like muhammed jesus splittin up without a plan | |
| That' s like martin malcolm praying for a separate outcome | |
| That' s why you can' t email me, fuck the fiend dot com | |
| Supreme alphabet, seekin creaming out the get | |
| Mad riches to team, by my next mic check | |
| Plus you this artist sacred like aztec | |
| Chorus |
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