the way
Brian Turner Lyrics
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Y'all done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll
I would've been your friend till the end bitch
Guess there ain't no friends in this shit bidness
Just a bunch of assholes in the shit bidness
But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue
These bitches talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you
These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that dis you
And they ain't talkin' bout shit unless they discuss me
Let's talk about how, I'm killin' everything I touches
Or how I walked in this game with no crutches
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay
And I'm still here
We still here
What does this break dude?
It's still here
And dude talk, concernin' New York
When I was runnin' the city you was learnin' to walk
So I watched you niggas take they first steps
And I was happy for ya, daddy was clappin' for ya
But, wasn't for me prolly wouldnt've happened for ya
So I rest my case
I'm a rappin' lawyer
That's unless you wanna talk bad bitches
Section full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches
No words, I describe em with letters best
They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
They keep it G, they sweet as T
Look good in the passenger seat of V
They ride double R, smell like double C
The Bags are L.V., D, or a double G
Fly as hell, shades wire cell
On E, sippin' P.J., high as hell
And please don't even talk about swag
I'm cool and collective
A Fool with perspective
I'm far from being typical my respect is reciprocal
I already came up
You still on the zipper pull
And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn
I keep the hood watchin', I got the streets lookin'
They watch what I do, so they know what to do
Lil money never told big money what to do
Money talks, if u speak guapanese
A language better known if you gettin cheddar holmes
If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta Stone
And that way you can holla bout a dolla
I hear em cryin' broke, they holla like a toddler
Come holla at yo gualla, don't holla at sovallas
You'll end up down under tryna holla at Koalas
I keep that nine on me, Ala Iguodala
We can get it jumpin like the drolics on Impala
I feel like Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla
Somebody tell me something, What the fuck happened?
Somebody talk to me, muthafuck rappin
They infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies?
Kingpins is snitchin' that shit is not lookey
So fuck new friends unless they stay solo
Cause who gon' watch you back after you kill Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him
The king of New York die while I yellow cabbed him
No Carlito's way
When I spot a hater drop him like a hot potato
You ahead, got me later
Yeah I keep it gangsta but I'm a do it my way
The new day of the week is called 'My day'
So its my say, pass my K
I'm through talkin'
The lyrics to Brian Turner's song, The Way, are full of anger and frustration towards the music industry and the people in it. The use of profanity in the lyrics shows the intense emotions of the singer, who feels betrayed by the people he once called friends. The lines "Y'all done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll/I would've been your friend till the end bitch/Guess there ain't no friends in this shit bidness/Just a bunch of assholes in the shit bidness" highlights the fact that the singer was previously loyal to these people but has now been turned, thanks to the challenges present in the music industry. The reference to Chuckie, the killer doll from the horror movie series, suggests that the artist has been transformed into a monster, thanks to the music industry.
The lyrics also talk about the artist's self-belief, and how he has managed to sustain himself in the music industry without the support of big names like Puff Daddy, Dr. Dre, and Jay Z. The line, "No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre/No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay" shows that the artist has had to forge his own way in the music industry without the help of these big names. The artist's self-belief is further highlighted by the line, "I'm far from being typical my respect is reciprocal/I already came up/You still on the zipper pull."
Overall, the lyrics to Brian Turner's The Way are a reflection of the artist's frustration in the music industry. The use of profanity reflects the intense emotions the singer feels, and the lyrics highlight the artist's self-belief and ability to make it in the music industry without the help of big names.
Line by Line Meaning
I said, fuck em all, motherfuck 'em all
I'm angry and tired of dealing with people who have wronged me
Y'all done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll
Everyone's actions have made me feel like a monster
I would've been your friend till the end bitch
I offered my loyalty, but you didn't reciprocate
Guess there ain't no friends in this shit bidness
The music industry is cutthroat and people only look out for themselves
Just a bunch of assholes in the shit bidness
The people in the music industry are selfish and ruthless
But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue
I won't go down quietly, I'll make sure to fight back
These bitches talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you
People are hypocritical and say negative things behind your back
These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that dis you
People are fake and pretend to like you for their own gain
Ew, you niggas disgust me
I'm sick of the superficiality and phoniness of the music industry
And they ain't talkin' bout shit unless they discuss me
People only care about what's trendy and popular, not what's truly meaningful
Let's talk about how, I'm killin' everything I touches
I'm successful and talented, and everything I do turns to gold
Or how I walked in this game with no crutches
I achieved success through my own hard work and talent
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
I didn't need the help of famous producers to make it in the music industry
No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay
I didn't need financial backing from big-name labels to succeed
And I'm still here
Despite the obstacles, I'm still standing strong
We still here
My team and I are still successful and relevant in the music industry
What does this break dude?
This success and resilience is unbreakable and unmatched
It's still here
Success and relevance in the music industry is still present
And dude talk, concernin' New York
People talk about the rap scene in New York
When I was runnin' the city you was learnin' to walk
While I was at the top of my game in New York, others were still trying to make a name for themselves
So I watched you niggas take they first steps
I witnessed the rise of others in the music industry
And I was happy for ya, daddy was clappin' for ya
I was genuinely happy for the success of others in the industry
But, wasn't for me prolly wouldnt've happened for ya
I helped others achieve success and played a role in their career
So I rest my case
My success speaks for itself
I'm a rappin' lawyer
My skill and success in the music industry is like that of a lawyer in a courtroom
That's unless you wanna talk bad bitches
Unless you want to talk about attractive women
Section full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches
My section is filled with entitled, demanding women
No words, I describe em with letters best
I can only describe these women using the alphabet
They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter 'S'
These women are physically attractive and have an 'S'-like shape
They keep it G, they sweet as T
These women are genuine and kind
Look good in the passenger seat of V
These women look attractive as they ride in luxury cars
They ride double R, smell like double C
These women ride in Rolls Royces and smell of Chanel perfume
The Bags are L.V., D, or a double G
The designer bags these women carry are from Louis Vuitton, Dior, or Gucci
Fly as hell, shades wire cell
These women are stylish and wear sunglasses on their phones
On E, sippin' P.J., high as hell
These women are drinking expensive champagne and are very drunk
And please don't even talk about swag
Don't even bring up style or fashion
I'm cool and collective
I'm calm and composed
A Fool with perspective
Although I may act foolish, I have a greater understanding of the industry and my surroundings
I'm far from being typical my respect is reciprocal
I'm unique and different, and I give respect where it's due
I already came up
I've already achieved great success
You still on the zipper pull
Others are still struggling to achieve success
And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn
My style is a blend of Fifth Avenue fashion and Brooklyn streetwear
I keep the hood watchin', I got the streets lookin'
I'm influential in both the hood and the streets
They watch what I do, so they know what to do
People pay attention to my actions and follow my lead
Lil money never told big money what to do
Those with less money should never give orders to those with more money
Money talks, if u speak guapanese
If you want to be a part of the money conversation, you have to speak the right language
A language better known if you gettin cheddar holmes
This money language is only spoken by those who are wealthy
If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta Stone
If you're not wealthy, you can use a loan to help you learn the language of money
And that way you can holla bout a dolla
Once you understand the language of money, you can talk about it confidently
I hear em cryin' broke, they holla like a toddler
I hear people complaining about being broke and it sounds like a childish tantrum
Come holla at yo gualla, don't holla at sovallas
Come talk to me if you need money, don't ask those who don't have it
You'll end up down under tryna holla at Koalas
If you ask the wrong people for money, you'll end up with nothing
I keep that nine on me, Ala Iguodala
I carry a gun with me for protection, like basketball player Andre Iguodala
We can get it jumpin like the drolics on Impala
We can make things exciting like the hydraulics on a Chevy Impala
I feel like Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla
I feel powerful like Scarface's right-hand man, Neno, ordering his attack dogs to attack someone
Somebody tell me something, What the fuck happened?
I'm confused and upset about a recent event
Somebody talk to me, muthafuck rappin
I need someone to talk to me, not just about rap
They infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies?
Undeserving and unskilled people have entered the music industry, but who is responsible?
Kingpins is snitchin' that shit is not lookey
Even the most powerful and respected figures in the industry are betraying each other
So fuck new friends unless they stay solo
I don't want to make any new friends who will eventually betray me, unless they remain true to themselves
Cause who gon' watch you back after you kill Manolo?
Who will have your back after you commit a heinous act like killing someone named Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him
It's ironic that rapper Juelz Santana was stabbed by someone close to him
The king of New York die while I yellow cabbed him
While I was driving a yellow cab, the king of New York (presumably The Notorious B.I.G.) died
No Carlito's way
I won't let my life play out like the movie 'Carlito's Way'
When I spot a hater drop him like a hot potato
When I see someone who dislikes me, I cut them off quickly
You ahead, got me later
You may be successful now, but my time will come eventually
Yeah I keep it gangsta but I'm a do it my way
I maintain my tough image, but I do things on my own terms
The new day of the week is called 'My day'
Every day is now my day to be successful
So its my say, pass my K
I'm in charge and I'm passing the 'kush' (marijuana)
I'm through talkin'
I've said all I need to say
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BART HOWARD, JOHN JACKSON, NICHOLAS M. WARWAR
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