Charles Hamilton - How lyrics

Charles Hamilton I'mma get this sh** right this time [Verse 1] How you gonna tell me that my life ain't dope Cause my life ain't right without a mic and a dope beat I take life, put a knife to her throat My flow tight though, get it right from the boat n***as talking bout they feelings, all the dope that they be selling But can't get in a cypher with me spitting off the melon They try to take control, I be like "f** it", so I let em Leave them n***as feeling stupid, they quick to hit the exit And I'll be damned if a n***a gonna flop life Get some good top, let a n***a on top So I beat the b**h wall, leave semen on her jaw I could find my way and I'm Keenan with the bars And the ivory, playing the piano man Ghost name music, I'm the one you channel man Spitting like a n***a getting lifted, I ain't infident Dammit man, see me one second and then I'm vanishing I don't give a damn thing, nothing was given Life or d**h, eternity's the other decision Yeah a n***a gotta eat, so I'm stuck in the kitchen Just a musician, this is the life Love it or live it [Hook] How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? [Verse 2] How you gonna see what your eyes won't allow Going right for the crown, n***a wipe me down No it ain't a jab, n***a s** my dick Want beef, throw the hands, n***a rush my sh** I see you n***as wishing I could take a reprise Hatred for me got me breaking on the greatest of beats Till the day MTV says I'm the greatest MC I'mma rake up the leaves of all you dated emcees Getting head from the hoes used to dating emcees Got a mouth full of eggs like bacon and cheese It's breakfast, the kid reckless That's why I tell them first verse, n***as exit, let's get it Go ahead, n***a say my name I want it, you blunted? Yep, I just stunted And that's why I'm venom with a little pink The nerve but...this is what n***as think Who you? [Hook] How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? [Verse 3] Why I gotta listen to you ugly a** n***as? Getting f**ed on tape, you bucky a** n***as Suffering succotash, you a bunch of suffering, s**er a** n***as, bu*t f**ing rap I'm making love to music, utt f**ing rap Cause she know I'm the future, so she s** a sack Yeah, talk about s** about s** a lot, cause I s** a lot Probably stretch your block, mad b**hes on it Like a MySpace comment with mad pictures on it I already done stressed the box Admit it you n***a, I'm extra hot Incoming IM, you accept or not? I done gripped the game, what's next, the Glock? If you nodding your head, that means your neck get shot Call up the Doc [Hook] How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? It's whatever It's whatever Go ahead, make you comparisons and your little hating a** comments now, it's whatever Charles Hamilton It's whatever man It's the rap Dave Chapelle meets DMX 50 meets Marilyn Manson Whatever How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son? How you gonna rip it like this son? How you gonna rip it like that son?