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It is What it Is
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feat. Kaveo
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[E-40]
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It is what it izzzzzz..
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It is what it izzzzzz..
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You try compromisin, nope - they don't wanna talk
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And they got them nuts that's off that Acapulco powdered chalk
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So he untouchable - oh he can be touched??
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Well where he stay at then - he stay by such and such??
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Well since we got altercations with these so-called knuckleheads
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we gon' play for dooms
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And I assume we get radar on fool in dem livin rooms
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Bet - motherfucker ain't fin' ta be runnin around here drippin sweat
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Havin hot flashes and shit
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over these fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks
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You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick
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Hit all they spots at once - pour it on 'em thick
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Who got the suey chops?? They in my folks garage
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Well where he at?? He at the TravelLodge - BEEP THAT NIGGA!
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Tell him to get here right now quick now it's gon' be some shit
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Tell him to bring enough ammunition to blow up a ship
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Bullshit ain't nothin this here been goin on just a little bit too long
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Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein 'em get grown
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Get straight to the root of the problem
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Get rid of the source that's what what
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Get rid of the big cheese
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and the majority of these niggaz gon' back the fuck up
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Somebody gon' mind somethin, time to validate my respection
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Hit the corner dumpin, in the big-ass (??) stationwagon
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CATCH THEM BITCH-ASS!! That's what I told my driver man
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while I was tryin to get him to get in a position
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so that I could open fire
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FUCK A SKI MASK!! Unpolished fish grease
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LET THE FULLY BLAST!! May he rest in piss Miss smash up outta there
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I brought them boys, but I shoulda brought it like a concert
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Fool's still alive, John Murell(?) Trauma Center, Concord
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Shoulda doused him, shouldn'ta never found him
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Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is what it izzzzz..
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It is what it izzzzzz..
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It is what it izzzzzz..
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It is what it izzzzzz..
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[Kaveo]
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Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna know
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What's wrong with this sad to be glad-ass noggas?
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Don't they know that fools is laced with assassin skills?
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Kill at will, gonna put your hat on the rack for a cool mill'?
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(Awww it's gon' get done) but now the heat has been spared
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How we gon' get him out of intensive care
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and put him under the wing of a pall-bear?
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[E-40]
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One of my potnahs got a plug on some silencers, he knows some agents
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He used dem (??) (??) shot on several different occasions
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What that mean his family gon' boo-hoo when I smash that card
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Better stay on a nigga brain give a FUCK ABOUT A DIE-HARD!
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I know this one botch with a big-ass crotch by the name of Connie
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She works in ICU and she dates this nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
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Have nab him at the hospital, THAT'LL WORK
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Paid a nurse to pull the plug on the LIFE SUPPORT
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Risky business but it's organized class and the shit sound sharp
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but if we fuck around and make it look too obvious
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the broad might her lose her job
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Tough luck that shit no better than fuckin for ME NOW
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I gots no toilet paper feelings for her anyhow
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The shit is crampin my livin style, floatin from telly to telly
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Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by fedarale
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I'm guessin fool musta passed away, tragic losses
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On the wall they got my picture at the post office
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After travellin bouncin back and forth to different states
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they finally caught me up in Kansas City
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at a barbecue spot called Gates
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Do the crime do the time - it ain't for no bitch
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and as long as a nigga twerkin in the kitchen, he ain't trippin
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I'll be up in that bitch makin spreads, drinkin Pruno
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Cocoa and coffee Cadillacs, jumpin jacks
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Takin flicks, shootin kites, makin wishes
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Fuck around and get mad on the strength of con-ju-gal vi-sits
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Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee(?)
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Keep my shank close by me when I'm slee-py
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Shouldn'ta caught me, shouldn'ta never found me
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Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late, it is what it izzzzz..
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It is what it izzzzzz..
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It is what it izzzzzz..
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It is what it izzzzzz..
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[Kaveo]
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Oh, ohh I see
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It is what it was, and what it was is just what's been taught
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Handle biz when it's to be done, and I mean rip you dig?
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Cause ain't no sense in savin leftovers
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That's yesterday's thing, roll with the right now
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and everything gon' be is, what it izzzzzz..
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It is What it Is
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| E-40 |
