Krayzie Bone That's the way Lyrics:
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
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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-
Lyrics: That's the way, Krayzie Bone [end]