[E-40]
It is what it izzzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
You try compromisin, nope - they don't wanna talk
And they got them nuts that's off that Acapulco powdered chalk
So he untouchable - oh he can be touched??
Well where he stay at then - he stay by such and such??
Well since we got altercations with these so-called knuckleheads
we gon' play for dooms
And I assume we get radar on fool in dem livin rooms
Bet - motherfucker ain't fin' ta be runnin around here drippin sweat
Havin hot flashes and shit
over these fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks
You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick
Hit all they spots at once - pour it on 'em thick
Who got the suey chops?? They in my folks garage
Well where he at?? He at the TravelLodge - BEEP THAT NIGGA!
Tell him to get here right now quick now it's gon' be some shit
Tell him to bring enough ammunition to blow up a ship
Bullshit ain't nothin this here been goin on just a little bit too long
Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein 'em get grown
Get straight to the root of the problem
Get rid of the source that's what what
Get rid of the big cheese
and the majority of these niggaz gon' back the fuck up
Somebody gon' mind somethin, time to validate my respection
Hit the corner dumpin, in the big-ass (??) stationwagon
CATCH THEM BITCH-ASS!! That's what I told my driver man
while I was tryin to get him to get in a position
so that I could open fire
FUCK A SKI MASK!! Unpolished fish grease
LET THE FULLY BLAST!! May he rest in piss Miss smash up outta there
I brought them boys, but I shoulda brought it like a concert
Fool's still alive, John Murell(?) Trauma Center, Concord
Shoulda doused him, shouldn'ta never found him
Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is what it izzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
[Kaveo]
Aight, ay dude, this all I wannaBring on the absolute
A walk on the water
Can lead you to slaughter
No one will feel you
No one will hear you
Bring on the brave new world
Tied to condition
A slave to submission
All that I need
Is a way to deceive
The eyes of the end
I could rise once again
And still shine on
Crawl on your hands and knees
Blind from the vision,
The dawn of decision