Clayborne Family (Kool Keith/Marc Live/Jacky Jasper) - This is How It's Done lyrics

[Marc Live] I got a bone to pick, shut you down Stop the talk, you deserve this sh** You a stupid n***a, observe this sh** I can destroy your whole label sh**, you a bum n***a It's no theatrics, it's all acrobatics (oh!) It's all static, Clayborne DiCaprio It's all dramatics, the Gangs of New York Come at it... come correct though I left bodies in piles for miles, shallow sh** Your girl hates you, yo she's after my dick She's after my b**h - it's all funny though n***as is corny, I'm like a bed of sharp nails... n***as can't get on me I warned you straight up Your label support - can't protect you, your fragile fort I k** for sport I'm like a white power militia I'll diss you and change your mission, c'mon [Chorus: Kool Keith + (Marc Live)] This is how it could be done... (My dick is large, my uzi weighs a ton) This is how it could be done... (My floss ranges identical to none son) [Jacky Jasper] Your windpipe cut, your record ain't hot Company robot, imitating 2Pac Imitate life, stop wishin' d**h Causin' strife, takin' a set - your life story Your cover story, inventory Your body's gory, story teller, Goodfella Michelle Gellar workin' with DJ Yella A cut breaks into sellers Stack cheese, lift it later Inspectator, high price playa Imitator to the innovator, traitor Judis knew this, put 9-1-1 on notice My lawyer show this, in the bullpen I wrote this [Chorus: Kool Keith + (Marc Live)] This is how it could be done... (My dick is large, my uzi weighs a ton) This is how it could be done... (My floss ranges identical to none son) [Kool Keith] Everybody want the source on they shish kobob They call me Frankfurt Wane, I created the place where you sh** Abruptly you master, the toilet can't flush any faster The piss rise up out the bowl, girls like the water Sparkle, guys put the gas in they a** Two-dollars worth in the pump stuck in your rectum at Arco Fuel on the low, the engine is heated Open up your stomach, look at the mirror When was the last time a mechanic checked your a**hole bro? You took it to the Midas touch Why did you lie to us? Your girl - funky, co*ked her a** full with cake crush Two smells go in seperate ways The sun is out, superstars Ride ninety degrees, with country cow sh** I stash in the back of fancy cars The brown stuff leak out your truck for hours All over your dark shades, you get cut with dark blades I sh** on the Westside Highway, my piss reach the top of the Palisades [Chorus: Kool Keith + (Marc Live)] This is how it could be done... (My dick is large, my uzi weighs a ton) This is how it could be done... (My floss ranges identical to none son)