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| | | Artist: | Nas |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | YOU GOTTA LOVE IT | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 71 | | | | Lyrics: | Az] This is what they want
[Nas] What you say?
[Az] This is what they want
[Nas] Can't hear you man
[Az] This is what they want
[Nas] Speak the fuck up...What!
Nastradamus, skama lit
Know when I wreck
Flow when I'm set
I got
the chips to make a lotus my whip
Gold on my neck was once a code of respect
For
highrollers and becks, now its those of braguettes
Prefer a mack 10 over a tech
No
matter sober or wet, I smack soldier condects
Trees it might've jacked my hype back
Famous phrase "nigga light that"
Hoes that you fuck asking where your ice at
Dun, its
all about playboys when we were young
Could only get tongue, then finally we could cum
Bustin hoes, gazzling 4-0's
Crack blitz in 86, you turned hustling pro
>From bottles
to holding seven in your hand
To pay debts, to get to the crack, unscrew the can
Gleam
blunted hundred sack embowed with a seam on it
We got it if the fiends want it
The
whole block singing the same theme "dawn it"
Fuck it too many crabs in a bucket
If its
icework, I'm gonna chuck it
Fuck it, you gotta love it
Chorus:
[Az]
This is what they want
[Nas] Fuck it! You gotta love it
Repeat 3 times
Some girls get emotional, fanatic extremis
Compulsive with malice incentives
The
foulest of bitches, hung on my riches, her childish wishes
Be suspicous, of those sleeping
with fishes
Them hoes, conspicuous and it shows
Tricking his doe, kicking his flow,
slipping you fold
So when your clique roll, I let my clips go, niggas on opposite poles
I got that confidence sewed, for those locked in a hole
In humane living hostile
opposed, to live on the streets
Proper from my top to my toes, aeropostale my clothes
Burning niggas in surburbans with liquor
Prosperous foes, finicky foul niggas
See
niggas and blacks there goes a loud difference
Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens
You can't be a kingpin when you snitching
Regardless, we still make you a target
We shoot you in jail, chrome objects hit you in your own projects
It's street
economics, this rhyme was edited, credited, thru ebonics
Miserable cats, hunger paining
Get off your ass stop complaining
My crew be in Montego Bay migrating
Marinating while you home waiting your arraignment
This thuglife you claimed it, I made
millions of entertainment
Now back in the hood certains cats, they wanna kill me
They
icegrill me, but on the low they feel me
You gotta love it. | | | |
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