It Is What It Is Songtext
von E‐40

It is what it is... it is what it is
You try compromisin, nope, they don′t wanna talk
And they got them youngstas off that Acapulco powder chalk
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched?
Well where he stay at then? He stay by such and such
But since we got altercations with these so-called knuckleheads
We gon' play for dunes
And I assume we get radar on fool in them livin rooms
BET, the faggot finna be runnin through out here drippin sweat
Havin hot flashes and shittin over these
Full of shit made in the half-assed dicks
He ripped, let′s take it to him sick
Hit all his spots at once, pour it on him thick
Who got the suey chops? They in my folk's garage
Well where he at? He at the Travelodge bitchin
Tell him to get here right now quick now it's gon′ be some shit
Tell him to bring enough ammunition to blow up a ship
Boy think that and his hair been growin on just a little bit too long Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein em get grown
Get straight to the root of the problem
Get rid of the source that′s what's what
Get rid of the big cheese and the
Majority′s shit gon' back the fuck up
Somebody gon′ mind somethin, time to validate my resection
Hit the corner dumpin, in a big-ass prominent station wagon
"Catch him, motherfucker!" That's what I told my driver
Meanwhile I was tryin to get my shit in
A position so that I could open fire
Bitch, ski mask! I′m hot as fish grease
Let the fully blast! May he rest in shit man smash up out of there
I brought them boys but I shoulda brought it like a concert
Who's still alive, John Murrow, trauma center conquered
Shoulda doubt him, shouldn'ta never found him
Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is what it is
It is what it is, it is what it is
It is what it is


Aight, aight E, this all I wanna know
What′s wrong with these sad that we glad ass niggas?
Don′t they know that fools is laced with assassin skills?
Kill at will then put yo' hat on the rack for a cool mill′?
(Aww it's gon′ get done) But now the hit has been spared
How we gon' get him out of intensive care
And put him under the wing of a pallbearer?

One of my partners got a plug on some silencers, he knows some agents
Them dudes do everything you been shot on several different occasions
What that do, his family gon′ boo-hoo when I smash that card?
Put a stain on a nigga brain give a fuck about it die hard?
I noticed one botch with a big-ass crutch by the name of Connie
She works in ICU and she dates this nigga named Risky Ronnie
Half that he met the hospital that'll work
Pay the nurse to pull the plug on the life support
Risk your business but it's organized class and the shit sound sharp
But if a bitch try to make it look too
Obvious the broad might lose her job
Tough luck, that′s like no better than butt fuck with me now
I gots no toilet paper feelings for her anyhow
Yeah, fuck that′s crap on my livin style, floatin from telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plot phone conversations overheard by fedarelli
I'm guessin fool busta passed away, tragic losses
On the wall they got my picture at the post office
After travellin bouncin back and forth to different states
They finally caught me up in Kansas
City at a barbecue spot called Gates
Do the crime, do the time, but ain′t no shit
As long as a nigga twerkin in the kitchen, he ain't trippin
I be up in that bitch makin spreads, drinkin pruno
Cocoa and coffee, Cadillacs, jumpin jacks
Takin flicks, shootin kites, makin wishes
Fuck around and get mad on the strength of contra-cult visits
Hit the weight pile, hit my feed
Keep my shit close by me when I′m sleepin
Shoulda caught me, shouldn'ta never found me
Shoulda handled biz, but it′s too late, it is what it is
It is what it is, it is what it is
It is what it is

Oh, oh I see, it is what it was
And what it was is just what's been taught
Handle biz when it's to be done, and I mean rip, ya dig?
Cause ain′t no sense in savin leftovers, that′s yesterday's thang
Roll with the right now and everything gon′ be is, what it is