Artist: Stalley f/ Nipsey Hussle Album: Ohio Song: What It Be Like Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Stalley [Chorus: Stalley] Heh, what it be like? Niggaz ain't fly like me like All this yellow on my neck Chuck E. Cheese bright Candy Jack, could you please stuff my peace pipe? What, what, what it be like? If a nigga act up, got the piece, right? On the small, on my back, tucked in these nights Speedin through the city under street lights [Stalley] What, what it be like? Michael Jordan 3s' or the three stripes Dodgin hatin-ass niggaz and police lights Only mess with OGs', hoes be the freak type Only shoot craps, don't do the three dice And we Vegas, Mayweather ringside Got 100K large in my Levi's Stay with the paper like a nigga slingin bean pies How you do that? Well, it's easy though I just let 'em watch like a TV show And this bad fox with me, yeah she speak-en fo' And this long fox, drag it down to the flo' I’m a pimp, yeah, I speak the code I be highed up, but I keep it low Profile, Profile tires on the Beamer yo Dope boy, dope style, no miles on this hoe~! [Chorus] [Stalley] What it be like? BCG, we Supreme Team like All these other fake crews get the green light Life's a dream, stack my cream to Akeem height Chunks of gold on my neck, so Akeem like Rose petals when I step, live the king life, sweet life If a nigga trying to stop it, then I swing knife Left, right - put him at a halt like a stoplight Matter fact, stop life... Tryin to touch what I'm earnin, then I'm clutchin the burner and I'ma pop mine... I got my team on my neck, it's loyalty and respect See, I'm about mine... Outwork a nigga 'til it's clock time Get yours, don't clock mine I'm at the jeweler, all gold clock buyin But the prettiest watch can't even stop time [Chorus] [Nipsey Hussle] What it see like? Live from the city of the three strikes Offer terrible advice but it seem right When you're stickin to the script, fuck a rewrite Right, right, what it see like? Make a tail shoot a box, catch a cheap flight He got married to the game, he don't need rice Sold his soul to the streets, he don't need Christ Right? Right? But what it see like? All these rats in this race for a cheese slice Need to pass on the safe for at least like Six digits and his niggaz ain't gon' eat right Right, right), but what it see like? Flat broke, got him feeling he don't need life Split screen, to the left is police lights To the right, visualizin his dream life Right, right, but what it see like? He gon' have to be willin to leave life Half his blood on the cross like he Jes' Christ All the love that he lost, that's a cheap price Right? Right, but what it see like? Niggaz can't shine like these lights Cause niggaz ain't grind like Key, right But shit ain't even always what it seem, right? Right? Right [Chorus] [Outro] What it be like? (What it see like?) What it be like?