It's Like That

[Ludacris]

(Intro)

YEAH! Ludacris in this muthafucka

What up Talib

Disturbing tha Peace Godamnit

We just getting started

Mixtape style it goes like this, look here:

Now Ludacris out the gate and damn it it's hunting season

When you shot remember everything happens for a reason

And you never hit it right: that's why I'm snatching your girl

She calls me Mr. Drummond - cause Diff'rent Strokes rule the world

I got a, thirst for knowledge and a appetite for drama

Or appetite for destruction, and a thirst for your mama

Either way I keep it going 'til that thang is empty

Been nice since Mike Tyson punched Soda Popinski

Chicks keep getting stung cause they're all in my swarm

Plus I step in they dorm and get more cheers than Norm!

It's 2004 the world needs more lesbians

And more drunk drivers, to hit drunk pedestrians

They walk around here with two left feet

But warm milk and cold gat'll put yo ass to sleep

I'm in these streets still no matter how ugly it seems

Long as I got on my bulletproof Buddy Lee jeans

[Talib Kweli]

Kweli and 'Cris

Niggas never heard no shit like this

Yeah, I got your chick feeling moist

You coming softer than an ad in the back of the Village Voice

You still a toy

The cops is still the boys

They trying to get me to vote by saying the lesser of two evils is still a choice

Well maybe or maybe not

Niggas rhyming like they got 80 Glocks

You home watching I Love the 80's - STOP

Picture the ocean with the panoramic view

My flow the iceberg that the Titanic ran into

Ooh I, rock like suicide victims who wear flannel

While your rhymes sound like they was written by Clear Channel

I used to, drive through 50 states and hear 50 flows

Now every city knows the same song, It's just a game of pimps and hoes

And the kids think the key to get down in the game

Is to copy the hot nigga and start sounding the same

Now you trying to be heard but your shouts is in vain

Cause you drowned out by the buzz that's surrrounding my name, you lame

The mic is something that you can't pry from me

Shout out to I-20

Sha my rhymes is good money

Whether rollin' with Achmed and Dervin swerving the street

To where Chaka Zulu, Shawnna and Luda Disturbing tha Peace

I murder the beat

I'm the nightmare that recur in your sleep

My word is the flesh like the wafer that the nun got the converted to eat

They say he's the lamb of God herded the sheep

A whole flock of followers, nigga do you believe?

[The Game]

Yo what's poppin' it's the kid Game

And my nigga Ludacris

My homeboy, my dawg, my brother from another mother, Talib Kweli

And this is how we do it man, hate it or love it

Yes who fresher than I?

'didas red and black lumberjack 45 in his Levi's

Yeah since knee highs

I watched Easy E rise

Put LA on illmatic but they ain't believe Nas

Now it's '96 in the Jeep high

Ta told me they don't believe you start writing rhymes after B-I-G died

Eyes puffy, some niggas saying fuck me

Cause I'm from the west, I'm fresh and I idolize Doug E

Now NY hug me still niggas want to hate

I'm embraced by 50 states and the westside love me

Bids[?] told Dre I'm the nigga to chase

And it been that way since the beef with Jigga and Mase

And my Chuck Taylors red ones with the phat laces

Tan khakis desert eagle with the hollow tip laces

Fresh white tee, yellow rocks in my necklace

Real gangstas drink 40 ounces for breakfast

I eat Fatburgers three times a day

So fuck you if don't like the red paint on my six tre'

I was born in the hood, I be who I be

And me and Kweli is like Mack 10 and WC