It's Like That Lyrics

yea

ludacris in this mutha f..cka

what up talib disturbin tha peace god damnit we just gettin started

mix tape style goes like this

look here

now ludacris out the gate and damnit its huntin season

when you shot remember everything happens for a reason

and you never hit it right

thats why i'm snatchin your girl

she calls me mr. drummin

cuz different strokes rule the world

i got a thirst for knowledge and an appetite for drama

or appetite for destruction and a thirst for your mama

either way I keep it goin til that thing is empty

been nice since mike tyson punched soda popinsky

chicks keep gettin stung cuz they all in my swarm

plus I step in they dorm they get more tears than norm

its 2004 the world needs more lesbians

and more drunk drivers to hit drunk pedestrians

they walk around here with two left feet

a warm milk and a cold gat'll put your ass to sleep

how many streets steal no matter how ugly it seems

long as I got on my bullet proof buddy lee jeans

nigga

yea, its like that

its like that

its like that

its like that

mutha f..cka!

kweli and crips niggas never heard no shit like this

i got your chick feelin moist

you comin softer than the ad in the back of the village voice

you still a toy, the cops is still a boy

they tryin to get me to vote by sayin the lesser of two evils is still a choice

well maybe and maybe not

niggas rhymin like the guy 80 glock

im home watching i love the 80s

stop

picture the ocean with the panoramic view

my flow the iceberg that the titanic ran into

ooahh

rock like suicide vicitims with red flannel

why your rhymes sound like they was written for clear channel

we used to drive to 50 states and hear 50 flows

now every city knows sames songs its just again pimps and hos

and the kids think the key to gettin down in the game

is to copy the hot nigga and start soundin the same

now you tryin to be heard but your shouts in vain

cuz you drowned out by the buzz thats surroundin my name

kweli

it might be somethin that you can't pry from me

shut out the eye 20s see my rhymes good money

we're rollin with akmed and durba swervin the streets

we're shaka zoolo shana and luda disturbin tha peace

i murdered the beat

im the nightmare that recur in your sleep

a word in the flesh like the wafer that the nun got converted to eat

takin the lamb of god herded the sheep

a whole flock of __ nigga do you believe

yo wats poppin its the kid kain

ya my nigga ludacris

my homeboy my dawg my brother from another mother

talib kweli

and this is how we do man

hate it or love it

guess who fresher than i

d dies red and black lumber jack 45 in his levis

he has his knees highs

i watch eazy e rise

put LA on nomatic but they ain't beleive nas

that was 96 in the g __

told me they gon believe start writin rhymes after BIG died

eyes puffy some niggas sayin f..ck me

cuz im from the west im fresh and i idolize dougie

now NY love me still niggas wanna hate

im embraced by 50 states and the westside love me

benz told dre im the nigga to chase

and it been that way since the beef with jigga and mase

in my chuck taylors red ones with the fat laces

ten khakis desert eagle with the hollow tip laces

fresh white tee yellow rocks in my necklace

real gangsters drink 40 ounces for breakfast

i eat fat burgers three times a day

so f..ck you if you dont like the red paint on my 6 straight

i was born in the hood, i be who i be

and me and kweli is like mack 10 and dub c