In the Way (feat. Krayzie Bone, Bizzy Bone & DJ Paul) - Berner & B-Real

Show 'em how we play, show 'em how we play (w-w-w-w-warriors) Show 'em how we play, show 'em how we play We play, that's how we play That's how we play-ay, that's how we play we play Show 'em how we play (walk us through the corridor, warrior, warrior) Show 'em how we play-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (Walkin through the corridor, walkin through the corridor) Show 'em how we play-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (warrior, warrior, warriors) Show 'em how we play-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (Walkin through the corridor, cause we're the warriors) Show 'em how we playyyyyyyyyy (Cause we're the warriors, walkin through the corridor, corridor) It's only one - get deep in the word and deep in the herb And deep in the woods and peep out the birds Don't sleep on us, don't sleep on us (it's only, it's only) Don't sleep on us, don't sleep on us (it's only, it's only one) Local on the wings takin flight gettin mo' major What is it they gonna love me, they gonna shove me Never a stranger to danger playa They better remember that to the coldest winters pimp hand Slippin ain't never an option, I get the trippin Flip when they dip when they skippin They say to the other side, let it roll, let it go, let me ride As we park on the other side, for the moment And the Lord provides, so potent, heh Like the omni-potent, I'm the greatest, youknowhatI'msayin? Now we duckin in sins, sinful livin, baby let that sinnin begin See ain't we dirty rags, and ain't we dirty bags Pretty in the rugged rough, pretty enough to sip that Henn' Drift back in, move back in, with 'em again, sick enough Can we bring it quick enough? Now tell me is that slick enough... Cause I know I wasn't good enough, and I know they sneakin a peek Don't let 'em drown me, oh dear Lord I think they're drunkards and I'm a freak - stay close Look at the cookie crook, but I love them all the same and yes I'm grateful How could they be so fuckin hateful? (hateful) Show 'em how we play, show 'em how we play, show 'em how we play What's understood don't need to be explained, I move in silence Too much talkin bring up too much pain, and it ends in violence Better watch out, cause a man on the roof got a gun Better run and he aimin at ya Wanna take what you got, put a hand in the pot Pop off at them body snatchers And I go deeper, than yo' average everyday thug nigga I done met up with the reaper back in the days when I was a drug dealer Conquered the impossible, did what they said I couldn't do Got a house on the hill, put away a couple mil' And I'd like how it feel, now wouldn't you? That "should've, could've, would've" - ain't mixed up in my vocabulary I do it, gotta, get it, cause I know God ain't got no time to spare me The load get hard, to carry is hard, to bury, one of my dogs I'm a do what's necessary, the shit gets scary when you take that fall I'm a be prepared, for whatever come my way If it's death today I'm ready, y'all gon' respect Lil' Lay I'm a make this pay, and my kids gon' have what they need While they wanna put they gossip on me I'm movin at God's speed

You start as lil' bro Then you big bro You start as lil' homie Then you big homie Niggas know me The bitches know me Salute to the Goonies Do a stick up for me When I die blow some weed Pour some liquor for me Know I keep working the whip You couldn't get up on it I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off Looking at the stash house Could tell you what the dirt is for I could get deeper with it Tell you what niggas murder for All this fly shit that we living for Superstitious hand is itching I'm bout to get it though Can't trust niggas The UZI is by the kitchen door Be careful what you be wishing for Well to the well is empty What is money for Can't get nothing from nothing I prove different though But never say you gettin' the money Cause they be snitchin' y'all Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack This shit is dreamy Got me weeding bout Nefertiti Bora Bora for a week When I leave Tahiti Campin' ain't' easy but the game still need me Only reason I'm around still I never got greedy The trippy thing about life Is you could live forever Keep your name good In the streets I'm tryna' do better Paper drip with sauce Yeah burnin' nice and slow Another million from the road I'm tryna buy another home I miss the jack, big forty on my lap While I'm ridin' a lot of good keep dyin' Half a pound to the neck I'ma grind tll I see the sunrise We don't rest man We don't even flex now We just feel blessed to wake up In the morning and take another breath Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later Fuck I hate her Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud When my loud niggas have it drippin' From the joint up in my fingers Dead ringers, Rig slingers No blue dreamers Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter Watch these bitches change up their demeanor The grass is greener A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right It's all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass To the spot, payment, all cash So let me light this one and make it smell lovely No matter what you do you could never be above me I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song Mind gone Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

Shiftin' lines from the paradigm sublime On the streets of Cali, yo what's goin' on in town Wanna see my name in lights like a star gleamin' I wanna make you feel somethin', excorcise your demons Every day's a struggle, tryna make a bundle How can you stay humble when the streets love you I got a bad habit, I'm a winning-addict Livin' in sin, tragic life is fucking short damn it Can't afford wasting time when life happens Gotta get to everyday like the days are trappening Now we worldwide, it means worlds collide And we killing everything, so rather die We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate Lost in the smoke, I knew I came from nothing Inhale, exhale like the pain is nothing Picadas drops and I need the vein conduction Toke's real cheap if it's the same for suction Turn on the beat, the feejees came from something Hit the screen, spit flame and leave you a brain concussion We all play games though none of you niggas call foul New York nigga, but you know I'm smokin' that North Cal See ya landin' in, we have the right to the board now Rather smoke four pounds than hit you with the four pound So you want juice, then visit me at the store now I was gettin toward now, before I tore, tore down Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam I got to burn it let's be real I'm wit, burnin' it be real Twenty-four-seven high is always how I be feel We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate All dedication, no education Livin' life every day like I'm on vacation Beach houses seem to be my favourite destination Fake friends, I'm sick of seeing smilin' faces Look, twenty years got him shook Another loss took, cold hearted crook What a vision I just wanna see my daughter smile Money pile in the closet man that shit is wild Love the struggle, it just made the hunger much realer I'm on top, millionaire, ex drug-dealer I bet the smoke in my lung burn much cleaner Than burnt rot with a toolie on those street-sweepers Bulletproof Cadillac that shit is presidential Pretty model bitch, got great potential Dirty money hidden all in the Renault Top dog in the game, I'm on another level We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate