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It is What it Is Lyrics

from Tha Hall of Game

"It is What it Is" is track #5 on the album Tha Hall of Game. It was written by Earl Stevens, Marvin Whitemon.
"It is What it Is" is track #5 on the album Tha Hall of Game. It was written by Earl Stevens, Marvin Whitemon.

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It is what it is
It is what it is

You try compromisin', nope, they don't wanna talk
And they got them nuts that's off that Acapulco powdered chalk
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched
Well, where he stay at then, he stay by such and such

Well, since we got altercations with these so called knuckleheads
We gon' play for dooms and I assume
We get radar on fool in dem livin' rooms
Bet, motherfucker ain't fin' ta be runnin' around here drippin' sweat

Havin' hot flashes and shit
Over these fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks
You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick
Hit all they spots at once, pour it on 'em thick

Who got the suey chops? They in my folks garage
Well where he at? He at the Travel Lodge, beep that nigga
Tell him to get here right now quick now it's gon' be some shit
Tell him to bring enough ammunition to blow up a ship

Bullshit ain't nothin' this here been goin' on just a little bit too long
Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein' 'em get grown
Get straight to the root of the problem
Get rid of the source that's what what, get rid of the big cheese

And the majority of these niggaz gon' back the fuck up
Somebody gon' mind somethin', time to validate my respection
Hit the corner dumpin', in the big-ass [unverified] station wagon
Catch them bitch-ass, that's what I told my driver man

While I was tryin' to get him to get in a position so that I could open fire
Fuck a ski mask, unpolished fish grease
Let the fully blast
May he rest in piss Miss smash up outta there

I brought them boys, but I shoulda brought it like a concert
Fool's still alive, John Murell [unverified] Trauma Center, Concord
Shoulda doused him, shouldn'ta never found him
Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is what it is

It is what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is

Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna know
What's wrong with this sad to be glad-ass niggas?
Don't they know that fools is laced with assassin skills?
Kill at will, gonna put your hat on the rack for a cool mill?

(Aww, it's gon' get done)
But now the heat has been spared
How we gon' get him out of intensive care
And put him under the wing of a pall-bear?

One of my potnahs got a plug on some silencers, he knows some agents
He used dem [unverified] [unverified] shot on several different occasions
What that mean his family gon' boo-hoo when I smash that card
Better stay on a nigga brain give a fuck about a die-hard

I know this one botch with a big-ass crotch by the name of Connie
She works in ICU and she dates this nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
Have nab him at the hospital, that'll work
Paid a nurse to pull the plug on the life support

Risky business but it's organized class and the shit sound sharp
But if we fuck around and make it look too obvious
The broad might her lose her job
Tough luck that shit no better than fuckin' for me now

I gots no toilet paper feelings for her anyhow
The shit is crampin' my livin' style, floatin' from telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by federal
I'm guessin' fool musta passed away, tragic losses

On the wall they got my picture at the post office
After travellin' bouncin' back and forth to different states
They finally caught me up in Kansas City
At a barbecue spot called Gates

Do the crime do the time, it ain't for no bitch
And as long as a nigga twerkin' in the kitchen, he ain't trippin'
I'll be up in that bitch makin' spreads, drinkin' Pruno
Cocoa and coffee Cadillacs, jumpin' jacks

Takin' flicks, shootin' kites, makin' wishes
Fuck around and get mad on the strength of conjugal visits
Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee [unverified]
Keep my shank close by me when I'm sleepy

Shouldn'ta caught me, shouldn'ta never found me
Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late, it is what it is

It is what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is

Oh, ohh I see
It is what it was, and what it was is just what's been taught
Handle biz when it's to be done, and I mean rip you dig?
'Cause ain't no sense in savin' leftovers
That's yesterday's thing, roll with the right now
And everything gon' be is, what it is

Songwriters
EARL STEVENS, MARVIN WHITEMON

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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