What They Say

[Verse 1: Kardinal Offishall] The cloth I’m cut from is a million of y’all They will teach that you can achieve if you go hard Your lifestyle need a tape put it on paper In the days of the rock I redefine 40 acres I’mma collect a check for every disrespect And I spell it with a kill, the pres’ of intellect Is who I been for too long but nobody moving Early hall-of-famer every punchline’s proven Shoes crush grooving pants a beach tree My shirts the harder they come I was taught to be it And if they don’t see it then hold they eyes open Anyone after me might still smoke it Heavyweights choking, feds with cold feet The difference between us is debts and gold teeth The difference between us is bets that don’t breech And speech that really hopes your best will not leak Come on [Hook: Lil Fame] Another day up in the street life This what every day up in the streets like Fuck them cameras on the streetlights Check out the heat like Yo, this is the life (that’s what they say) Yo, this is the life (that’s what they say) Yo, this is the life (that’s what they say) Yo, this is the life [Verse 2: Lil Fame] Yo it’s the fame and the glory Half Yankey, half Trini I’m a [?] And I pop my burner [?] from ground zero back to Port of Spain, [Laverty Hill?] I done been through a lot of shit Lived through a lot of shit You was an infant suckin’ on your momma tits All of a sudden you a G talkin’ drama shit Kill the bullshit, you ain’t that kind of kid You hoping the situations had executions [?] On muthafuckas we won’t stop shooting til we empty Everybody just pray That’s fucked up cause the wild man ain’t comin’ round Til about 3 the next day And the body just lay with a white sheet on him The heat of the [?], man look at the steam on him Rude boy business from Brook-norm to T dot It’s gat, gat, gat muthafucka [Hook] [Verse 3: Styles P] This is the life that’s what they say Handguns and AKs is what they spray Niggas give you the finger like it’s fuck you day Hear the whispers niggas like “what the fuck you say?” That’s how it is in the street right Hold your heat tight Split him to the white meat, he gon’ go to sleep right Fuck him he ain’t getting up Type of nigga I spit on him then stick him up Disrespectful, get a chest full of neck full Guy named yoga, it’ll stretch you I’m a dog and you pet food Hit ‘em with a bullet he bloody, now he wet food This is the life that’s what they say This is the life what the fuck you heard? Me and you got beef, I’mma buck you first Could have said fuck me but it was fuck you first [Hook] [Outro: Bob and Doug McKenzie] Hold on, I’m drawing something (What?) It’s a picture of you (Don’t draw me) It’s a picture of a knob – I drew a knob, he’s a knob (Boy, I’m talking to nobody – play the song)