That’s How (Unmastered) lyrics

by

D12


This is how it happens to you
That's how people
Get f*cked up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get f*cked up

(Kuniva:)
If you a loud mouth
Trying to wild out
And we see just
How you laying
And we peep your style out
(You a punk)
When you chilling out in
Front of your truck
And get stuck
That's how n*ggas get f*cked up

(Proof:)
No love at home
With your in-folks
And the world just keeps
f*cking with your mental
And all these kids making fun
Of your trench coat
That's how students get shot up
(Kon Artis:)
Hating on us but
You come to our show
(f*ck them n*ggas)
I crowd surf and you let me go
Oh no
Whoop your ass when
I get off the floor
Just so you know though
That's how haters get f*cked up

(Swift:)
When the police pull you over
And sh*t and find ganja
Now every month
They checking on your p*ss
They getting mad 'cause
You ain't come back since
And now they sweating you
That's how P.O.'s get f*cked up

(Kuniva:)
When your mans hook
You up with a b*tch
Over the phone
And when you see her
She ugly as sh*t
(God damn)
Now at the end of the date
She want a kiss
And some di*k
That's how blind dates get f*cked up
(Proof:)
Say we got a real crew
With a lot of skill
And only one n*gga in our crew
Make the dollar bills
Why'all fools just mad 'cause
Why'all ain't got a deal
Local rappers talk too much

(Kon Artis:)
You don't like this pain
But you roll with punks
Manage to trip the alarm
And you all get stumped
Cops got AK's
Why'all only got pumps
That sh*t's just dumb
That's how Cruzzie got locked up

(Swift:)
When your ass
Want to walk in the club
But 'stead of telling you to wait
The n*gga want to
Push and shove (move)
They get trampled from
The n*ggas you brought
So move over
That's how bouncers get f*cked up
(Kuniva:)
When you get your guns
Outta the stash
And gather all your homies up
To go and shoot up a pad
Soon as you finished
Why'all run out of gas
You better haul ass
That's how drive-bys get f*cked up

(Proof:)
Mixing weed with the brew
Ecstasy and Kalu
Gasoline fumes
Nitrous balloons
Acid tablets and magic mushrooms
That's how D12 get f*cked up

(Kon Artis:)
I like your records
But my album ain't dropped
Dr. Dre's my favorite
b*tch get off his jock
Got a backstage pass
And I need to get off
Want to meet da-da-da Doc?
That's how groupies get tossed up

(Bizarre:)
Drop outta school
Take drugs and molest sl*ts
Got your girlfriend
Sucking on my left nut
Your parents don't like me
But guess what (what)
'Cause Bizarre don't give a f*ck

(Kuniva:)
Chokin' your wife all in (b*tch)
Front of your peeps
She toss a brick through
The window of your Jeep
They back together
By the end of the week
That's so sweet
Slim and Kim argue too much

(Proof:)
Invite a hoe to your house
While your b*tch is out
Now you got the di*k
All up in her f*ckin' mouth
Pull it out
And then you bust off
On her favorite blouse
That's how Clinton got caught up

(Kon Artis:)
Steal cars, wreck bars
Got f*cked up beyond
Recognition, walk in 50
Clubs like we stars
Our mission every day is
Just to smoke bongs
And f*ck b*tches
That's how Runyan Ave is cut

(Swift:)
When your life wasn't raised up right
See your mother coming home
With different n*ggas every night
And then you run in to
The one you don't like
So get the f*ck off
That's how stepdads get f*cked up

This is how it happens to you
That's how people get f*cked up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get f*cked up

This is how it happens to you
That's how people get f*cked up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get f*cked up
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