U Gotta Love It Lyrics

Real conversation for that (It's what they want) Huh (It's what they want) What you say, can't hear you man (It's what they want) Speak the fuck up (It's what they want) What? (It's what they want)
Nostradamus, [Incomprehensible], know when I rep 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 high rollers and vets
Now it's loads of baguettes, prefer over No matter sober or wet, I smack soldiers, cadets Trees that might eject my hype back Famous phrase "Like that"
You've ask you where your ice at, dun It's all about playboys, when we was young Can only get tongue, then finally we can could come Busting in, guzzling 4s
Blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro From bottles to seven in your hand To fake Pepsi's to get to the, unscrew the can Gleam, seeing 100s, stacks of boy with a lean on it
We've got it if the fiends want it The whole block singing the same theme "Don it" Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket If it's ice work, I'm gonna truck it, you gotta love it
(It's what they want) (It's what they want) You gotta love it (It's what they want) (It's what they want) You gotta love it
(It's what they want) (It's what they want) You gotta love it (It's what they want) (It's what they want) (It's what they want)
Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of Hung up my riches, her childest wishes Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them
Conspicuous and it shows Tricking this dough Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo' So when your click roll, I let my go
On opposite polls I got that confident soul For those locked in a hole Inhumane, living hostile opposed
To living on the streets Proper from my top to my toes Aeropostale my clothes Vernon in suburbans with liquor
Preposterous foes, frantically foul See in blast, there goes a loud difference 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 and chill, chrome objects Hit you in your own projects, it's street anomics This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics
Miserable cats, hunger painting Get off your ass, stop complaining My crew be in Montego Bay margariting, marinating While you home, waiting your arraignment
This thug life you claimed it I make millions from entertainment Now back in the hood, certain cats they wanna me They ice grill me, but on the low, just feel me, you gotta love it
(It's what they want) You gotta love it (It's what they want) (It's what they want) You gotta love it
(It's what they want) (It's what they want) You gotta love it (It's what they want) (It's what they want) (It's what they want)
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