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The Dramatics - Tha Way We Run It lyrics
Geah
 One two One two (check it out)
 One two One two (check it out)
 Uh
 [B-REAL]
 I put years in this shit struggled to build the empire 
 Just another brick in the wall you fall tired
 Who will be the one son to fall victim?
 Who's on the street, who's runnin' from pigs wishing?
 No way out
 You can't stay out - your hook
 Criminal lifestyle, you're booked in the crook
 Where will you seek shelter? Killafornia
 What'll you do when you see the heat around the corner?
 You silly fucking goner, where will you hide?
 On the sick side of town facin' the long ride
 Sick-ass Soul Assassins I keep blastin'
 Cause you never know when it's time for some action 
 A fraction, chain reaction the crew smashin'
 Through your city get the committee a ready faction
 We run shit
 And muthafuckas are on it
 You can't call it, buster you better stall it
 [Chorus]
 We got G-boys and ho's on deck
 One times gafflin' niggas that chin check (check it out)
 You see a robbery
 We done it
 That's just the way we run it
 [EIHT]
 Ten years in the game, no chains remain
 Heavy weights, get it straight, still bringin' the pain
 First green since the B.G. 
 I gotta get cream
 Late nite hype's the fiends as I plots a scheme
 Got tight with rap flows and followed the rap shows
 But the streets keep callin' me to cluck the pesos
 Did good
 I made up tapes about the hood
 Locked down that shit as nobody could
 Enemies always out to get me
 But just keep spittin' rhymes and they won't hit me
 Street dreams always made of this
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 Bitches and switches is on my list
 Leave your ass with the good night kiss
 Makes moves smooth so your shorty won't miss
 Never runnin' to meal, we chill on the hill
 Real G's always packs the steel
[Chorus]
 [EIHT]
 It ain't a problem that I can't fix
 Cause I can do it - in the mix
 Nowadays
 We be's the G's that's deadly
 Bustin' raps, shootin' craps, gots the straps on ready
 Common sense'll tell you, slide out
 But ain't no fuckin' where for you to hide out 
 Got the picture? 
 We don't play no games
 Eiht and B-Real fuckin' Frank & Jesse James
 To the limit 
 Watch us do what we do
 Leave your whole life fucked turn misty blue
 Senoritas and pesos yes yes y'all
 Ball cause we to tall and never fall
 We got paper fo' sho' 
 No doubt
 Criminal mind this time you're assed out
 Define it
 Here's your strollin' paper just sign it
 Take a walk as the Eiht starts to talk
[Chorus]
 Soul Assassins one time
 Soul Assassins two times
 Geah
 My nigga Muggs 
 Still pushin' that china white
 Check it out, uh
 Boom Bam in the house
 My nigga Foe in the house
 Geah
 Cypress in the house, uh
 Take 2 to your mouth
 Soul Assassins
 That's right
 Whatcha wanna do?








