How It Is chords by So Solid Crew

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Intro 1

I'm like

Verse 1
a big black
piece of diamond
Everybody wants to get to me
because I'm shining
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Techno with a black strap, more diamond
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You can get the ice before me,
I set the styling
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C 
Funny
MCs are coming,
check out the rhyming
Sounds like I'm the
MC, they got no timing
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I flow like natural seas around my
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island I guess to me you have the
MCs of water fountain
I climb the highest mountain
You got a new life,
now you think you're overtaking
I'm gonna stop your pacing,
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I'll make you lose the bracing
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Without the diamond cards cash
you wouldn't get no rating
Your wifey won't be waiting,
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the clothes you got be fading
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And if I bust your edge you
want people to testify
You won't get no witness,
the judge call it dismiss
And tell your wifey I know she likes me
I'm like the black
Robin
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Hood to her I take the glory
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Adore me, next story, gonna get lorry
Belly dance for me in a meeting where
my crew talk and trade story
Old story, beat story, heat story
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Flip the script straight over to  history
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Or should I say history, it's bliss to me
Girls lips in the clubs
blowing kiss to me
Lipstick to me, when I pass,
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hands on my arse, pinching me
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Straight to the bar, free drinks,
they handing me
Three bottles, one more,
cause there's chicks with me
Come ladies, let's head to the
VIP
Excuse me, can I get past,
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she's watching me
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Eyes go  down to the glass
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and the eyes on me
Like she's blind and she can't
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see the face on me
Like I'm blind and I can't see,
she's hitting on me
Next girl pull my shirt,
want a picture of me
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I used to be the dope man, dope man
A .K .A.
Scatter
Now it's time for a different change
Spit on these tracks and fly
those jet planes
Spread the message worldwide,
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soldier,  the game's over
Soul solid in, taking over,
digital thug, you know what?
Al -Alaaf's moved over
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When it comes to that toasting,
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heat roasting
But boy, the shooting on,
my hitmen are potent
It's been a long time coming
and I'm still gunning
Chichi
MCs, you all better start running
Soul gangster with it, sky's the limit,
yo, I'm in it to win it
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I don't care if you feel it,
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but you still hear it
You can't bear it, you can't come close,
or you can come near it
My double and chain,
make niggas dare it
Holes wanna grab it, took her back,
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they wanna share it
VDs, scatface and
MAC, chillin' with
Dom
P
Rap
Desperado, trendsetter niggas follow
Add the chill to one bit of my skill
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Debating with my niggas on
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how to generate mills
Suffer then learn, anticipating my turn
Making my moves, nothing to lose
Signs will prove, girls touching my jaw
Cash rules,
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can't trust niggas packing a tool
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I  learned that back in my school
No snakes when you're sitting on kicks
I'm tryna push the
Ferrari with no letters on the plates
No stress, no haters and no press
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I need a mansion that's big
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enough for my niggas to rest
Can't speak for myself,
got niggas around me with the same dream for us
Stick to the script, I'm tipped to the shit,
straight with the click
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Rubber on my dick when I dip with a chick,
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still got my stick, can't trust a bitch
I ain't tryna fuck her but
I can't trust my dick
I'm livin' it good,
my life reminds me of a flip, baby
MBDP aka
Swiss, baby
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Police an d thieves in the streets,
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babies left to weep, no feed to eat
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I think the world needs a new speed
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The technology they use is deep, like
the chemicals they're testin' us
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Wanna get the best off the streets
I told you I'm the dapper
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I choke you with my choker
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chain I got from
Judas
Papa
It came from my young nappa,
I slap you like a slapper
Take off the highest wrapper,
the flows I spit are better
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It's like I'm writing a letter,
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you read it now you're better
The flows I got are clever, from 92
Professor
Put brothers on a stretcher,
I'm gully not a lesser
I never press a heifer,
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I make cheese like cheddar
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You can try whatever, moves like I do,
H -B -N -R's
Black bun, push vertical cars,
incredible bars
Rappers ain't getting nowhere
at the level they are
Cause I'm ten steps ahead
of the level they are
Produces the shit,
you ain't telling me nah
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Run away, ain't getting you far
Two machetes in my palm
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sever your arms and legs
Plus I'm armed with lead,
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protect your neck and guard your head
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But the feds,
if you lay down you stay dead
I've got the getaway
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R1 and not
Peds
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Cause they're too slow, like these
MCs that creep low
When they heat blow,
sweep you off your feet yo
Shouldn't try to creep bro