Shit Like This Lyrics by Nature

Shit Like This Lyrics


    24-7, 365 days
    Niggas coming sideways, not me
    Some are sloppy
    My style sharper than a three-piece suit
    Plus a tie, and deper than the look,
    In a thugs eyes
    Why do slugs fly?
    Ask ya'self that
    Why does uncle sam got us held back?
    My niggas sell crack, to survive
    Thun it ain't what you wear,
    It's what you drive
    Them crackers in the bank don't give a fuck if you live
    No offense, but y'all just gotta know
    That it's tense
    I'm energized, everytime that i rhyme,
    I go the length
    From point a to point z
    I guess you slept,
    I guess you'll never realize how hot my joints be
    So turn it up,
    I found a new way to earn a buck
    Rappin' for the people
    Hustla's and murderers
    Doctors and lawyers
    Cops and tom sawyr type niggas
    Ball playas earning nice figures
    Everybody, play my shit loud at every party
    Bitches get dicked down
    Now they praying that they pregnant by me,
    On purpose, i be the nigga that you worship
    Staying in ya tape deck
    Spraying ya favorite verses
    Again and again
    Peep my adrenaline
    Thugged the fuck out
    At the same time
    A perfect gentleman
    (chorus)
    You ain't never heard no shit like this(6x)

    Now who else could take a beat like this and twist it
    Speak wisdom, and sound clear on a cheap system
    It gotta be me, you know my policy i keep you on ya toes
    Like high heel shoes for real though
    Irritating like when ya beard grow
    Try to trim it, the hottest nigga in the rap game
    Without a gimmick
    Keep my hat on matching my wears
    Bitches ask me for loot
    Only after my deal
    It's all real
    I'm critically acclaimed
    My shit bang
    From here to quebec
    Niggas show me either fear or respect
    You could dance
    Put ya ear to the deck
    Either or, you could do it at work,
    Try to teach ya boss,
    Messin wit fate
    Y'all fake niggas
    Stay stressin' my tape
    Think y'all ready for hits
    Step up next to the plate
    Wit ya low percentage
    Low value, no value
    Ya shits slow mo
    Mine is thrown at you, homo
    I don't make the rules
    Nigga i just break'em
    Rap for the fouls
    Lay my jewels out for the takin'
    Pick'em up
    Listen well
    Critics predicted
    Since the firm that my shit a sell
    Straight doing it
    Can y'all picture me not movin'em
    I know you'll love it so much
    You'll cop two of them!

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