PF Cuttin - It's What it Is lyrics

[Intro: kung fu movie sample {Masta k**a}] I know why you're here... You wanna test out hard with my kung fu (No, I've come here -- and I need your help Your steel darts, you still have them?) What for? (because they have guns That k** up to a hundred yards, very powerful) My darts could beat a pistol? (You wanna help or not?) {Duh-deh-duhn... live and direct We got the connect, we gonna ride Deh-duh-duh-deh-duhn... deh.. deh..} "It's what it is!" [Masta k**a] No question, sensational dart, no dollar superbs Spoken word slang, throw them with perfection Slick when he talk, simplistics, stand exquisite Tiger palm smack ground, one man down Got a few that'll k** right now Bring his crown back with Kunta, one-two The truth and the square, dare any man to stare Down the eye of the barrel, like a needle to the camel You will never enter, nuff ammo Shaolin Finger Jab, stab the man running Deadly sold delivery, stunning poetry For the ma**es, solid liquid ga**es Gather to a bomb explosion, Sony eruption Frontin' on Pelon, Lei Long'll get you swung on Long barrel spinning rims on something foreign Semi-auto flow spit forty five in the left grip Right hold the mic tight, strike With the force of Mike, when I'm speaking [Raekwon] Straight from the Hall of Justice, Hummers Dirty bones, black 'Didas, black reefer in jars We fly militant, brilliant thinkers, tanks Yo, pull it together while we guzzle these drinks We armed veterans, holding up swords Driving Alfo Romeos, breaking down Sicily yayo We seen the drama, drawing these heaters on cheaters Shooting at b**hes, hopping up domes for weight We wild style gorillas, fly apes caught in Botanical Gardens Trying to get back to the States The harder they come, the harder we scrape We coming back in jet lears, flying through the Tri-Boro today What's really good, live n***as go up beside n***as Mad bullets sit in your hood We titanium vets, with jet fuel, vision the biz We orchestrated like no other, word to mother [Interlude: kung fu movie sample] Say, why'd you have to ask me, there are many experts (I know you, you're my brother Also your darts are pretty formidable) Heh, I must admit, it's fast as the speed of light [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, I rock a black mask, homemade bottle of Goose Toney moonshine his miracle herbs and African roots Blow suits, slap A&R's, tapered your jaw Had you chopping off your body parts like this was Saw Cut raw, got the Fishscale flooding the streets And Masta k**a's blowing girders outta crystal sheets Slay beats, just the Verra' boss, Wu-Tang Holocaust f** around, leave you with a mouth full of murder sauce Broken, hanging off the cross with one nail in Chuck meat, ya chicken bones is looking real frail and Heavy, my seventy seven got suicide doors, my wrist Chirped up with pretty rocks, with no flaws Guns stay barking like pitbull spiting, it's frightening How Ironman, ricochet lightning Bob and weave, duck and squeeze Why ya'll can't pop holes in the kids, holla! "It's what it is!" "It's what it is!"