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How Did We Get Here (feat. R. Kelly)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fat Joe
Fat Joe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Cartagena
Joseph Cartagena
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raw Uncut
Raw Uncut
Producer
Abel Garibaldi
Abel Garibaldi
Engineer
Ian Mereness
Ian Mereness
Engineer
Jeff Meeks
Jeff Meeks
Engineer
Kevin "Turbo" Zulueta
Kevin "Turbo" Zulueta
Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, I dont know how we made it. Crack. Verse 1 [Fat Joe] Yo It was all a dream, couldnt save Big and Pac Right in broad day watch the fiends bodies drop And at night you gotta turn your TV volume up Cuz the cop sirens blast up and down my block Shit aint been the same is what you hear on my block Bunch of old school gangstas telling tales on my block Came home tatted tears in a plan to get paid Put it in a box said a prayer and it came What can make you smile and be the thing to bring you pain Is what my daddy told my momma going through her labor pains Is what my momma told me as the cops took me away Eazy-E said "fuck'em", ya i feel the same way Another dead body, its another homicide But n*ggas tryna kill us that why we call this, dark side The streets is, ruthless even sold to my own blood No love just a youngin tryna blow up. Chorus [R. Kelly] So tell me how did we, how did we, how did we get here From the middle of no where, from up out these streets we made it ya So tell me how did we, how did we, how did we get here From the middle of no where ya, somebody tell me, how? Verse 2 [Fat Joe] Me and my *ggaz takin pictures how i freeze time Lil n*ggaz doin shit we cant rewind, know what im sayin? Shit is real fuck what yall thought, Too many n*ggaz gettin killed on the ball court They was chasing hoop dreams and we was busting sawed offs And if your shoes gleamed, i would take them all off Extend my organization the crib swarming with agents Moms cryin, we based it like lions in cages Mob giants turn it some clients with cases Some n*ggaz made statements, some n*ggaz made payments damn What part of the game is that, I mean to hustle all my life But i do love rap, they got my knees straighted Put the battery to my back, This is around the same time Calderon got clapped He told me put my life in music, "Joey go for your dreams" You can do it look at Finesse it aint as hard as it seems Chorus [R Kelly] Verse 3 [Fat Joe] Aint this nice im bigger than life In a jacuzzi smoking a Cohiba but this aint a movie Before i wasn't attractive now i pack the house with groupies Rubbing shoulders with actors just imagine how would you be Rocking the latest fashion this is Juicy, all over again 2010 its like Biggies living through me Chance has changed my route and now the papers greater Tryna see me on that block i'll see you haters later So high, defy gravity n*igga fuck ya style imma galaxy So out of space they cant grab at me, feds aint having me Im all legit, my bankroll much thicker blame it all on the hits I started off with bricks, now i own offices Who would of thought i got all this from talking slick We went from day-breakers to tax payers, it was once all a dream Now the labels pay us. Chorus [R. Kelly] I was supposed to be dead, I was in them streets real bad Dreams of houses in the hills, I was hustling just to make it real But now I came up and I'm number one, Yall know the story mo money mo problems, In these streets live or die, and I lived but i dont know why? Chorus Until Fade Out.
Writer(s): Robert S. Kelly, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Richard Preston Butler Jr., Mckinley James Horton, Ronnie E. Broomfield, A. Dombrowski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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