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Things ain't how it should be in 1993 Cops killin' that, killin' that, sellin' drugs in the city Sellin' that weight and gettin' a piece of that cake But when you get your car, who's fault for goin' upstate? That's the best choice a judge can make The other route is a bullet in the head from an AK You on your feet like your big money man I ain't collectin' bank but don't realize you're soon to get ganged But a man in a blue suit, you never know Knockin' on your door with a snitch, but in his street clothes Now the house gettin' packed just like that You done sold a fiend and a cop a nice 20 sack And you don't know what's up until you get raided Plus you're goin' down for the evidence, you gon' hate it For bein' locked up behind bars No more fancy clothes, junk jewelry, and pool cars And that's the price you gotta pay in society But in 93, things ain't how it should be (no,no) (Things ain't how they should be) Things ain't how they should be (Things ain't how they should be) No, no, no, no, no, no, no It's just another type of authority thang And if you ain't rollin' with T.A, then you know you can't hang Cruisin' through the strip, blazin' up a fatback No, we never slip, cause my posse's packin' much gas Listening to some more G-funk Gatings boomin' in the trunk Bust a pimp, turn down on Dupont Sayin' to myself, everything was goin' alright But I guess I spoke too soon when I heard a boom, boom Saw a brother runnin' with a moth bird Made a swerve, took a look, that was a brother laid out on the curb Another day in the city of Flint, another got done Nowadays they going up, pullin' a gun just for fun It used to be, get him up in a circle and throw your blow But in 93, it's all about them bullet holes And I'd rather be the one that's shootin' first Than the one that's layin' off in the back of a black herch Cuz it's gettin' out of hand, man, oh man Sometimes, I can't understand So somebody tell me, why do brothers wanna trip After havin' sips of a fork? Did the killin' but feelin' no sorrow, life in the city's a pity You may be here today and gone tomorrow They got me wondering, will I be a victim of a 12-gauge on the front page? Did Pete got sprayed? I hope it never happen like that, G Cause in 93, things still ain't how it should be (Things ain't how they should be) Things ain't how they should be (Things ain't how they should be) No, no, no, no, no, no, no Nigga that's playin' fireworks every day in the street Things ain't how it should be Cause now niggas back in heat In 93, niggas off the jack And now when you gettin' your ass kicked And shit now, where your friends at? (things ain't how it should be) They never with you, but when you have money, they around Hauntin' you like a mutt, on your butt like the dog pound Ready to be your homie cause it's payday Every five minutes, they buggin' you and you can't keep him them away Because he steady hollerin', let's get the geek gone Get it on strong, now your money gone and they gone They only talk to you when they ask and give me Acting greedy, knocking on your door 24 like they needy Every day a different look, crack got him hookin' day by day I'm seein' his life bein' tough, but to this day still my nigga Cause I remember the shit we used to do as we was gettin' bigger Brought up in the city, actin' wild and crazy But in 93, things ain't how they should be Yeah, it's dedicated (things ain't how they should be) To a couple of my homies that passed away (things ain't how they should be) Collies Cooper, Marquise Jones (things ain't how they should be, no, no, no) Joe Gant and my homie Shiraz Spicer (things ain't how they should be) I still got love for y'all brothers, I ain't gon' forget about y'all So y'all rest in peace (things ain't how they should be) 93, your boy Shotgun outta here Things ain't how they should be) Things ain't how they should be Things ain't how they should be, yeah, yeah) Things ain't how they should be, yeah Things ain't how they should be, no, no, no, no, no, no (things ain't how it should be) Things ain't like they should be (Things ain't how they should be, yeah) no, no, no, no, no, no, no (Things ain't how they should be) things ain't how they should be, yeah Things ain't how they should be Things ain't like they, things ain't like they (things ain't how they should be) Should be, yeah (Things ain't they should be), no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no (things ain't how they should be) yeah
Writer(s): Smith, Gerald Valentine, David Hornaday, Dia Peacock, Diallo Peacock, Ervine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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