Krayzie Bone
"That's The Way"

{Prison gate buzzer, opening, and sounds of cell mates}
Intro
This is for the hustlas, hustlas...
-Refrain-
That's the way that we hustle, cuz we struggle everyday... (Pain) So much
pain...
This is for the hustlas, hustlas...
Krayzie
Come, follow me now back in the day/ We still was thuggin', nothin' changed/
Always into
somethin', whatever, you name it/ Young thug with my niggas is one love/ Lil'
bad-ass niggas
Sneaky, a calm, collected slickster/ I might not have been on the scene, but you
can believe I was in
the picture, in the mixture/ Sellin' yayo, scrappin', carjackin', gunpackin'/
I'm lackin' everything you
can imagine so I'm prayin', rappin' they'd get me outta this jam, damn just give
me a chance
I'll keep 'em dancin' (dancin') all night (all night) When times get harder and
harder, my dreams got
further and further away/ And nigga, I chased 'em, but couldn't catch 'em to
save my life/ So now
I'm thuggin' on this corner/ I gotta increase my financial status/ I chanced it,
fuckin' with these rollers
When they roll up/ Yeah, don't wanna be locked in no cell, but I also can't take
strippings
And be broke with no mail/ Oh, yes it's hell, and they say that gets easier
But to me it only got deeper and deeper...
-Refrain-
Krayzie
Just turned 18 and caught my first case: incarcerated; Caught wit a 12 gauge/
Tryin' to come up with
some money and made a stupid-ass mistake/ Could've been my niggas fate/ Fuckin'
with shotguns
We out to rob some niggas/ I'm drunk/ I'm pumped/ I made a mistake and popped
him
Now he bleedin', I see blood/ Damn, get to the doctor/ Nigga, don't rest in
peace/ Doctor's took him
to emergency/ Coppers came and arrested me/ Not knowin' if my nigga had made it
alive and was
well, I tossed and turned in my cell; annoyed and sweatin' like hell/ Praise to
the Lord, and I hope
you hear me, and I hope you feel me/ I didn't mean to, really, really/ I didn't
mean it/ I know you seen
it/ I finally spoke to my nigga/ He lifted up, and recovered, and pressed no
charges/ Wait, the state
done picked it up, and I gotta trial in a month, fuck/ And the judge ain't
tryin' to give me no love
Cuz it was my first offense, but he just thinkin' he lockin' up a thug (up a
thug)
So now I'm cuffed up on the bus (on the bus) and ridin' down '71/ Ain't no
fun...
-Refrain-
Krayzie
Now I'm locked inside this prison system, bitten, count days left on my
sentence/ Now I can say
that I've been here, but I sure ain't gon' come back here, uh-uh/ The day they
release me I'm goin'
home/ I can cope, but I can't adjust/ These fuckin' steel doors drivin' me nuts/
My last month
I'm ready to move out, I'm sure/ Stay on the low; I listen to thug stories and
be trippin' on niggas
love stories/ I'm fin to get out of this muthafucker/ Heard 'em call out my
name; 2-50-2-2-58
"Pack up your shit. It's your day" Jumped out my bunk/ Give all my shit to my
niggas/ In fact,
I left everything that I had back in jail but my raps/ I'm on the streets now/
Scene unchanged
Niggas still the same/ I ain't fuckin' with you bustas cuz I'm tryin' to make a
change/ I got with the real
dogs, and we was schemin' on the mill, y'all/ So we had to chill on y'all/ Get
out of Cleveland
If we planned to achieve it/ So we planned it with Eazy on Greyhound and now we
leavin'...
-Refrain-