The Group Home - Be Like That lyrics

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Intro: Agallah

Yeah nigga

I got the gat on them now

Pay back (laughing)

Chorus: Lil Dap & Agallah

Why, it got to be like that

Straight like that, real like that

Where my Brooklyn niggas at?

Why, it got to be like that

Straight like that, real like that

Where my Queens niggas at?

Why, it got to be like that

Straight like that, real like that

Where my Harlem niggas at?

Why, it got to be like that

Straight like that, real like that

Where my Bronx niggas at?

{Lil Dap}

Why it gotta be like that?

Niggas, don't act because he flip tracks

And broads don't know how to act

Chillin the east, with the Group Home appeal

Rippin with steel, and you know my niggas are real

Like straight like that, will burn a hole right through your map

These Brooklyn cats, I hope we eatin your food black

We keep it real, with the niggas keep it real with me

That understand that street knowledge was there only key

See before rappin, niggas couldn't fuck with me

It's like these fake brothers stoled Brooklyn streets

On these streets I give you square, now shit is the same

Because together we stay, and the Desert Storm is on

Expect the unexpected, when the juice has been injected

The many styles we have, have been well protected

Move within a makin, observe the fakin to mistake it

My soul is ackin, too much pain i've been takin

Inside my heart, I've been torned apart

But we play it smart, and get money in the streets smarts

Of the streets, cuz my brothers keep it rowdy

The way they front, and try to act like they bout it

Chorus

{Melachi The Nutcracker}

Aiyo, I'm comin up, I'm runnin up like a soldier

I thought I told you, punks, I controlled ya

I'm strong like a boulder, ready to fold ya

I treat you like a new born puppy and scold ya

I'm older, I'm power full like a dodge

Now you know what I'm talkin about me and my squad

I pull your card, I'm underground like the mob

Punk get on your job, here come the superstars

The Nutcracker, quick to snappin your back

I was born in the ghetto so it be like that

I was born in the ghetto so it be like that

I was born in the ghetto so it be like that

Chorus

{Blackadon}

I sing a song, to break your arm

The Black is pimpin Brook-lan, who am I the Don

The pro with precon, frustated like Saddam

I've been behind the seeds, but now I'm here to chop the bomb

Look me in my grill, my eyes cold as steel

I came to kill, I speak upon you like a pill

For that from Brownsville, rusty bitches on my deal

Shisty nigga breast filled if I start to fill

You weakness is a mil, put your body on chill

I ain't got a deal, going out for the mil

Cuz skills get more friends then women in the hills

The more dough you get, then the more head like Bill

For real

Chorus

{Guru}

You won't be able to understand the power of Allah

That means God's plan, the hour's facing our man

The sour feelings, the ways and actions of this man

Suckas was the crew with the span

That's like Muhammed & Jesus splittin up without a plan

That's like Martin & Malcolm praying for a separate outcome

That's why you can't e-mail me, fuck the fiend dot com

Supreme alphabet, seekin creaming out the get

Mad riches to team, by my next mic check

Plus you this artist sacred like Aztec

Chorus