That's the Way Lyrics
| Song | That's the Way |
| Artist | Krayzie Bone |
| Album | Thug Mentality 1999 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Krayzie bone：thug mentality 1999 | |
| {prison gate buzzer, opening, and sounds of cell mates} | |
| Intro | |
| This is for the hustlas, hustlas... | |
| -refrain- | |
| That's the way that we hustle, cuz we struggle everyday... (pain) so much | |
| Pain... | |
| This is for the hustlas, hustlas... | |
| Krayzie | |
| Come, follow me now back in the day/ we still was thuggin', nothin' changed/ | |
| Always into | |
| Somethin', whatever, you name it/ young thug with my niggas is one love/ lil' | |
| Bad-ass niggas | |
| Sneaky, a calm, collected slickster/ i might not have been on the scene, but you | |
| Can believe i was in | |
| The picture, in the mixture/ sellin' yayo, scrappin', carjackin', gunpackin'/ | |
| I'm lackin' everything you | |
| Can imagine so i'm prayin', rappin' they'd get me outta this jam, damn just give | |
| Me a chance | |
| I'll keep 'em dancin' (dancin') all night (all night) when times get harder and | |
| Harder, my dreams got | |
| Further and further away/ and nigga, i chased 'em, but couldn't catch 'em to | |
| Save my life/ so now | |
| I'm thuggin' on this corner/ i gotta increase my financial status/ i chanced it, | |
| Fuckin' with these rollers | |
| When they roll up/ yeah, don't wanna be locked in no cell, but i also can't take | |
| Strippings | |
| And be broke with no mail/ oh, yes it's hell, and they say that gets easier | |
| But to me it only got deeper and deeper... | |
| -refrain- | |
| Krayzie | |
| Just turned 18 and caught my first case: incarcerated; caught wit a 12 gauge/ | |
| Tryin' to come up with | |
| Some money and made a stupid-ass mistake/ could've been my niggas fate/ fuckin' | |
| With shotguns | |
| We out to rob some niggas/ i'm drunk/ i'm pumped/ i made a mistake and popped | |
| Him | |
| Now he bleedin', i see blood/ damn, get to the doctor/ nigga, don't rest in | |
| Peace/ doctor's took him | |
| To emergency/ coppers came and arrested me/ not knowin' if my nigga had made it | |
| Alive and was | |
| Well, i tossed and turned in my cell; annoyed and sweatin' like hell/ praise to | |
| The lord, and i hope | |
| You hear me, and i hope you feel me/ i didn't mean to, really, really/ i didn't | |
| Mean it/ i know you seen | |
| It/ i finally spoke to my nigga/ he lifted up, and recovered, and pressed no | |
| Charges/ wait, the state | |
| Done picked it up, and i gotta trial in a month, fuck/ and the judge ain't | |
| Tryin' to give me no love | |
| Cuz it was my first offense, but he just thinkin' he lockin' up a thug (up a | |
| Thug) | |
| So now i'm cuffed up on the bus (on the bus) and ridin' down '71/ ain't no | |
| Fun... | |
| -refrain- | |
| Krayzie | |
| Now i'm locked inside this prison system, bitten, count days left on my | |
| Sentence/ now i can say | |
| That i've been here, but i sure ain't gon' come back here, uh-uh/ the day they | |
| Release me i'm goin' | |
| Home/ i can cope, but i can't adjust/ these fuckin' steel doors drivin' me nuts/ | |
| My last month | |
| I'm ready to move out, i'm sure/ stay on the low; i listen to thug stories and | |
| Be trippin' on niggas | |
| Love stories/ i'm fin to get out of this muthafucker/ heard 'em call out my | |
| Name; 2-50-2-2-58 | |
| "pack up your shit. it's your day" jumped out my bunk/ give all my shit to my | |
| Niggas/ in fact, | |
| I left everything that i had back in jail but my raps/ i'm on the streets now/ | |
| Scene unchanged | |
| Niggas still the same/ i ain't fuckin' with you bustas cuz i'm tryin' to make a | |
| Change/ i got with the real | |
| Dogs, and we was schemin' on the mill, y'all/ so we had to chill on y'all/ get | |
| Out of cleveland | |
| If we planned to achieve it/ so we planned it with eazy on greyhound and now we | |
| Leavin'... | |
| -refrain- |
| Krayzie bone: thug mentality 1999 | |
| prison gate buzzer, opening, and sounds of cell mates | |
| Intro | |
| This is for the hustlas, hustlas... | |
| refrain | |
| That' s the way that we hustle, cuz we struggle everyday... pain so much | |
| Pain... | |
| This is for the hustlas, hustlas... | |
| Krayzie | |
| Come, follow me now back in the day we still was thuggin', nothin' changed | |
| Always into | |
| Somethin', whatever, you name it young thug with my niggas is one love lil' | |
| Badass niggas | |
| Sneaky, a calm, collected slickster i might not have been on the scene, but you | |
| Can believe i was in | |
| The picture, in the mixture sellin' yayo, scrappin', carjackin', gunpackin' | |
| I' m lackin' everything you | |
| Can imagine so i' m prayin', rappin' they' d get me outta this jam, damn just give | |
| Me a chance | |
| I' ll keep ' em dancin' dancin' all night all night when times get harder and | |
| Harder, my dreams got | |
| Further and further away and nigga, i chased ' em, but couldn' t catch ' em to | |
| Save my life so now | |
| I' m thuggin' on this corner i gotta increase my financial status i chanced it, | |
| Fuckin' with these rollers | |
| When they roll up yeah, don' t wanna be locked in no cell, but i also can' t take | |
| Strippings | |
| And be broke with no mail oh, yes it' s hell, and they say that gets easier | |
| But to me it only got deeper and deeper... | |
| refrain | |
| Krayzie | |
| Just turned 18 and caught my first case: incarcerated caught wit a 12 gauge | |
| Tryin' to come up with | |
| Some money and made a stupidass mistake could' ve been my niggas fate fuckin' | |
| With shotguns | |
| We out to rob some niggas i' m drunk i' m pumped i made a mistake and popped | |
| Him | |
| Now he bleedin', i see blood damn, get to the doctor nigga, don' t rest in | |
| Peace doctor' s took him | |
| To emergency coppers came and arrested me not knowin' if my nigga had made it | |
| Alive and was | |
| Well, i tossed and turned in my cell annoyed and sweatin' like hell praise to | |
| The lord, and i hope | |
| You hear me, and i hope you feel me i didn' t mean to, really, really i didn' t | |
| Mean it i know you seen | |
| It i finally spoke to my nigga he lifted up, and recovered, and pressed no | |
| Charges wait, the state | |
| Done picked it up, and i gotta trial in a month, fuck and the judge ain' t | |
| Tryin' to give me no love | |
| Cuz it was my first offense, but he just thinkin' he lockin' up a thug up a | |
| Thug | |
| So now i' m cuffed up on the bus on the bus and ridin' down ' 71 ain' t no | |
| Fun... | |
| refrain | |
| Krayzie | |
| Now i' m locked inside this prison system, bitten, count days left on my | |
| Sentence now i can say | |
| That i' ve been here, but i sure ain' t gon' come back here, uhuh the day they | |
| Release me i' m goin' | |
| Home i can cope, but i can' t adjust these fuckin' steel doors drivin' me nuts | |
| My last month | |
| I' m ready to move out, i' m sure stay on the low i listen to thug stories and | |
| Be trippin' on niggas | |
| Love stories i' m fin to get out of this muthafucker heard ' em call out my | |
| Name 2502258 | |
| " pack up your shit. it' s your day" jumped out my bunk give all my shit to my | |
| Niggas in fact, | |
| I left everything that i had back in jail but my raps i' m on the streets now | |
| Scene unchanged | |
| Niggas still the same i ain' t fuckin' with you bustas cuz i' m tryin' to make a | |
| Change i got with the real | |
| Dogs, and we was schemin' on the mill, y' all so we had to chill on y' all get | |
| Out of cleveland | |
| If we planned to achieve it so we planned it with eazy on greyhound and now we | |
| Leavin'... | |
| refrain |
| Krayzie bone: thug mentality 1999 | |
| prison gate buzzer, opening, and sounds of cell mates | |
| Intro | |
| This is for the hustlas, hustlas... | |
| refrain | |
| That' s the way that we hustle, cuz we struggle everyday... pain so much | |
| Pain... | |
| This is for the hustlas, hustlas... | |
| Krayzie | |
| Come, follow me now back in the day we still was thuggin', nothin' changed | |
| Always into | |
| Somethin', whatever, you name it young thug with my niggas is one love lil' | |
| Badass niggas | |
| Sneaky, a calm, collected slickster i might not have been on the scene, but you | |
| Can believe i was in | |
| The picture, in the mixture sellin' yayo, scrappin', carjackin', gunpackin' | |
| I' m lackin' everything you | |
| Can imagine so i' m prayin', rappin' they' d get me outta this jam, damn just give | |
| Me a chance | |
| I' ll keep ' em dancin' dancin' all night all night when times get harder and | |
| Harder, my dreams got | |
| Further and further away and nigga, i chased ' em, but couldn' t catch ' em to | |
| Save my life so now | |
| I' m thuggin' on this corner i gotta increase my financial status i chanced it, | |
| Fuckin' with these rollers | |
| When they roll up yeah, don' t wanna be locked in no cell, but i also can' t take | |
| Strippings | |
| And be broke with no mail oh, yes it' s hell, and they say that gets easier | |
| But to me it only got deeper and deeper... | |
| refrain | |
| Krayzie | |
| Just turned 18 and caught my first case: incarcerated caught wit a 12 gauge | |
| Tryin' to come up with | |
| Some money and made a stupidass mistake could' ve been my niggas fate fuckin' | |
| With shotguns | |
| We out to rob some niggas i' m drunk i' m pumped i made a mistake and popped | |
| Him | |
| Now he bleedin', i see blood damn, get to the doctor nigga, don' t rest in | |
| Peace doctor' s took him | |
| To emergency coppers came and arrested me not knowin' if my nigga had made it | |
| Alive and was | |
| Well, i tossed and turned in my cell annoyed and sweatin' like hell praise to | |
| The lord, and i hope | |
| You hear me, and i hope you feel me i didn' t mean to, really, really i didn' t | |
| Mean it i know you seen | |
| It i finally spoke to my nigga he lifted up, and recovered, and pressed no | |
| Charges wait, the state | |
| Done picked it up, and i gotta trial in a month, fuck and the judge ain' t | |
| Tryin' to give me no love | |
| Cuz it was my first offense, but he just thinkin' he lockin' up a thug up a | |
| Thug | |
| So now i' m cuffed up on the bus on the bus and ridin' down ' 71 ain' t no | |
| Fun... | |
| refrain | |
| Krayzie | |
| Now i' m locked inside this prison system, bitten, count days left on my | |
| Sentence now i can say | |
| That i' ve been here, but i sure ain' t gon' come back here, uhuh the day they | |
| Release me i' m goin' | |
| Home i can cope, but i can' t adjust these fuckin' steel doors drivin' me nuts | |
| My last month | |
| I' m ready to move out, i' m sure stay on the low i listen to thug stories and | |
| Be trippin' on niggas | |
| Love stories i' m fin to get out of this muthafucker heard ' em call out my | |
| Name 2502258 | |
| " pack up your shit. it' s your day" jumped out my bunk give all my shit to my | |
| Niggas in fact, | |
| I left everything that i had back in jail but my raps i' m on the streets now | |
| Scene unchanged | |
| Niggas still the same i ain' t fuckin' with you bustas cuz i' m tryin' to make a | |
| Change i got with the real | |
| Dogs, and we was schemin' on the mill, y' all so we had to chill on y' all get | |
| Out of cleveland | |
| If we planned to achieve it so we planned it with eazy on greyhound and now we | |
| Leavin'... | |
| refrain |
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