Be Like That Lyrics - Singles - The Group Home

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, 'cause 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 

'cause 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