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y tell me why it's gotta be like that (x4) [Verse 1: Bootie Brown] I wasn't sleepin I was creepin’, slidin', hidin' I would like the girl behind me roll up a bad time thinkin' Mentally sinkin’, presently brinkin’ Two decades and a half makin’ a path for mine to follow The world is hollow, yet it's full of crap prepare to gamble I give you a handful of chips and tips For what's to come, I cried a ton of tears Drunk a ton of beers, that's fun at first But learned to persevere throughout the years Kept my ears open, eyes scoping mouth locked Don't rock the boat if you can't swim Nobody may be there with the limb to lend This is the end, still I can't explain the fact Why the fuck shit gotta be like that? [Hook] [Verse 2: Imani] Know what, I said it Hear me clearin' over so severe and dreaded That they need to be beheaded Why? I'm readily, steadily stimulating and mutilating All sloppily copied imitations, cause they irritatin' So I'm intimitading them over the snare With simply a stare Bringin them turbulent terror And they know this ‘cause they can feel it He knew that it was mine still the sucker tried to steal it So I had to reveal it, through provin’ That I am astonishing and fly And by just blinking my eye In a flash I flush out the face, layin' low-key Trained eyes locate to focus on the phony Mister sometime-homey, why he act like that I thought he had my back I thought he had our backs But it was him who I should've never trusted And not at least till he got his attitude adjusted Or mouth busted for acting all dusted, but bust this Now when I'm out I seek and thought out the whole scene For all sinister types, sneaks that scheme They come into my face, I send them tightmen home When they be suffering from the double-agent syndrome Why it gotta be like that? [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Slimkid3] Sometimes this world means everything to me The inside is lovely to these eyes I see And sometimes in my mind all I wanna do is cry Highly up-set but nothing drops from my eye Those drain out my skin cause I'm pissed from within I see a situation now and all I do is grin People think I'm high but I'm mentally travelling Aging is your times cause life's unraveling While I'm straddlin' walls up this fuckin' mic I hate to be a pilot crashin' in a flight People need to know about this thing called life Cause if you see the light then life's alright So can you dig it? [Hook x2] [Verse 4: Fatlip] I jumps inside the jeep as I embark on my dark mission Popped in my freestyle tapes, started reminiscing About my little homie, who was raised in Wyoming, wanted to be famous So he came to Californey on the microphony He was super bad and what not But he was the kinda fella to follow fads that was hot He became too fascinated with that gang related flavor That he modificated, rearranged his behavior He hooked up quick with the influential slang Gangsta-stroll, cornrolls; the whole shabbang Braggin' and boastin, boastin' and braggin How he mostly be hangin' with baby gees I was baggin' Like why you tryin' to ride up on the bandwagon Hopin' they'd hit him in the head, but he steady saggin' Like he a hog Creepin' through the smog Smokin' on some indo sippin' on a cup of O-Dog Like most who come to this West Coast society Try to be because they think it's fly to be a menace So what a relic way to end this Got rolled up when he was strolling On a Sunday at the Venice Some niggas never listen they gotta learn their lesson The hard way I'm guessin' yessin' Deedy as I hit the Beady and make a right on Weston Pops in my head the proverbial question [Hook]