What They Say - Marco Polo, Kardinal Offishall, Lil Fame

The cloth I’m cut from is a million of y’all

They will teach that you can achieve if you go hard

Your lifestyle need a tape put it on paper

In the days of the rock I redefine 40 acres

I’mma collect a check for every disrespect

And I spell it with a kill, the pres' of intellect

Is who I been for too long but nobody moving

Early hall-of-famer every punchline’s proven

Shoes crush grooving pants a beach tree

My shirts the harder they come I was taught to be it

And if they don’t see it then hold they eyes open

Anyone after me might still smoke it

Heavyweights choking, feds with cold feet

The difference between us is debts and gold teeth

The difference between us is bets that don’t breech

And speech that really hopes your best will not leak

Come on

Another day up in the street life

This what every day up in the streets like

Fuck them cameras on the streetlights

Check out the heat like

Yo, this is the life (that's what they say)

Yo, this is the life (that's what they say)

Yo, this is the life (that's what they say)

Yo, this is the life

Yo it’s the fame and the glory

Half Yankey, half Trini I’m a

And I pop my burner

from ground zero back to Port of Spain,

I done been through a lot of shit

Lived through a lot of shit

You was an infant suckin' on your momma tits

All of a sudden you a G talkin' drama shit

Kill the bullshit, you ain’t that kind of kid

You hoping the situations had executions

On muthafuckas we won’t stop shooting til we empty

Everybody just pray

That’s fucked up cause the wild man ain’t comin' round

Til about 3 the next day

And the body just lay with a white sheet on him

The heat of the, man look at the steam on him

Rude boy business from Brook-norm to T dot

It’s gat, gat, gat muthafucka

This is the life that’s what they say

Handguns and AKs is what they spray

Niggas give you the finger like it’s fuck you day

Hear the whispers niggas like «what the fuck you say?»

That’s how it is in the street right

Hold your heat tight

Split him to the white meat, he gon' go to sleep right

Fuck him he ain’t getting up

Type of nigga I spit on him then stick him up

Disrespectful, get a chest full of neck full

Guy named yoga, it’ll stretch you

I’m a dog and you pet food

Hit ‘em with a bullet he bloody, now he wet food

This is the life that’s what they say

This is the life what the fuck you heard?

Me and you got beef, I’mma buck you first

Could have said fuck me but it was fuck you first

Hold on, I’m drawing something

(What?)

It’s a picture of you

(Don't draw me)

It’s a picture of a knob — I drew a knob, he’s a knob

(Boy, I’m talking to nobody — play the song)