[Intro: Buckshot]
That's the way shit iz
That's the way shit iz
That's the way shit iz
And that's the way shit iz
[Buckshot]
My man on the corner with a bottle of juice
Every day hustlin', botherin' you
Well, what would you do, if it came to you?
And the world put the blame on you, like it's your fault?
I was taught, no shorts, to take
Get everything I want and go for break
Go for broke, don't you know
Life is like one big door, closing slow
So, let's procede, gotta have probe bigger than the S.C.
Or, M3, or Benz 3, or them three, or anything
Of them things, so -- let's get deeper
Cause life is dictated through a speaker
And y'all need ta, peep the, bigger picture
Behind that, reefer, every generation needs a
New drug, to me, that shit been bugged
Well, I guess that's how it be cuz
The world won't change, and you can't change the world neither
