it´s like everyday þarký sözü

quik talking:
yeah, ain´t nothin´ changed, y´all niggas still obvious.
yeah, it´s for real though hmph
rapping:
now we don´t wanna talk about all the people i´m supportin´
that´s more important to a nigga than them diamonds you sportin´
ain´t a sell-out or a bail-out although life is a bitch
and i´m beginning to think that they don´t wanna see quik rich
cause i´m gon´ gather up my homiez & put something in they bellies
ride around the town bumpin´ that cd from r.kelly
gettin´ at them ghetto queens if you know what i mean
´cause it ain´t nothin´ like some lovin´ dipped in afro sheen
break it down with two gates in that burgundy eight
´cause real riders don´t three wheel they just drown on the skate
send a care package to my homiez up in natches
and shoot a kite ´bout how these suckas keep my benz up in scratches
it ain´t no puzzle that´s to be expected
sometimes i think they only come around it just to see if i wrecked it
i feel like hittin´ the 101 leavin´ town on a bike
on my way up to the bay to clear my mind cause it´s like...

chorus (r.kelly)
everyday is a scuffle
turnin´ them corners to get my hustle
every single dollar is a struggle
that´s how it is comin´ up in the ghetto

maus-berg:
now i don´ been through it all pushin´ work on the boulevard
runnin´ from the 5-0 in somebody else car
ghetto dreams so it seems to be easy
think about my life & i get queasy
pumpin´ the pimp knowin´ it ain´t helpin´ me
but the ghetto got me trapped thinkin´ this is how it´s s´posed to be
a cold thang when you knowin´ yo´ gang ain´t got yo´ back
but you still put yo´ life on the line for no snaps.

r.kelly:
this ghetto world is one big battlefield
that´s why we get rich and move to them hills
everywhere we go the haters tag along
but don´t let that stop you get yo´ hustle on

maus-berg:
but dog you gotta do yo´ thang get yo´ grind on
eliminate the fake & keep yo´ game strong
don´t let the streets be yo´ downfall
keep it real with yo´self & you gon´ rise ´til you ball dog

chorus

quik:
it´s gettin´ down to ground level but tryin´ to keep time
´cause my hustle & my tustle is my beats & my rhymes
and i´m lovin´ this collabo´ ´cause rock land is saucy
and quik is trying to get versace staying flossy wit mausy
but the...

maus-berg:
...drama don´t stop but you can make it better
don´t point your finger at the next man get yo´ cheddar
lifestyles of a thug ebonic definition dog nothin´ but love
but we gon´ ride to ´til we can´t ride no mo´
pop a bottle a pair of d´s and let the wind blow
when you get it appreciate it ´cause those who ain´t got it gon´ hate
every dime is a struggle so i´ma suffer everyday

quik:
now my conscience got me wonderin´ do i be in the flow
and this sucka´s got me wonderin´ if he friend or foe
now do i sin to grow, knowin´ there´s consequences
and i´m tired of gettin´ bent ´cause it´s dullin´ my senses

chorus ´til end