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clayborne family (kool keith/marc live/jacky jasper) - this is how it's done lyrics

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[marc live]
i got a bone to pick, shut you down
stop the talk, you deserve this sh-t
you a stupid n-gga, observe this sh-t
i can destroy your whole label
sh-t, you a bum n-gga
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-t
your girl hates you, yo she’s after my d-ck
she’s after my b-tch – it’s all funny though
n-ggas is corny, i’m like a bed of sharp nails…
n-ggas can’t get on me
i warned you straight up
your label support – can’t protect you, your fragile fort
i k!ll 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 d-ck 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’ death
causin’ strife, takin’ a set – your life story
your cover story, inventory
your body’s gory, story teller, goodfella
mich-lle 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 d-ck 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-t
abruptly you master, the toilet can’t flush any faster
the p-ss rise up out the bowl, girls like the water
sparkle, guys put the gas in they -ss
two-dollars worth in the pump stuck in your r-ct-m 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 -ssh0l- bro?
you took it to the midas touch
why did you lie to us?
your girl – funky, c-cked her -ss full with cake crush
two smells go in seperate ways
the sun is out, superstars
ride ninety degrees, with country cow sh-t
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-t on the westside highway, my p-ss reach the top of the palisades

[chorus: kool keith + (marc live)]
this is how it could be done…
(my d-ck is large, my uzi weighs a ton)
this is how it could be done…
(my floss ranges identical to none son)



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