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[INTRO] Yo man what's up with this word "love"? I-I don't get it, I mean.. Okay, a brother could say he love his car, ya know? He say he love hitting the pussy He could also say he love earning cash flow.. you know what I'm saying? What's wrong about that.. ya know? It's a comparison of saying you love your fam.. you know.. you...you love your girl... you love life I don't know.. lemme know, man... cause shit is like.. a puzzle but ah.. word up [Verse 1: Elzhi] So tell what me what is pure love Me and poetry, got something going on My woman wonders why she don't see me Am I cheating because I love critiquing this art form? Me caressing the pen within makes my heart warm Speaking of heart Cash's raft in her heart And is it love? Must be for me, man, cause my girl strays further apart It's breaking her heart My heart's broken, too But I'll be more hurt if you called me wack I would take it to heart My relationship with my penmanship has grown thicker It's been with me since I was young, now I'm a grown nigga So tell what is really love? My woman gives me love, I love to hit the booty And she love to give it to me Plus she love dick, and she love kicks in the size six I love the way she look, pretty eyes, thick, arousing my private- Parts, licking my parts in private I love to hear her moan, a sweet tone with froze eyelids Of course I love sex, do I think she my soul mate? I don't know, cause I put my heart and soul within this whole tape I present it, somebody told me love is not a limit I guess it's true to say you love me and the freshest shoe in the same sentence Bothers me, cause one probably weighs out the other And if I'm equal to a gym shoe, she stepping on my soul Cause through my 20 years of living I done been through many notebooks and though many women But it's only one I can open to see the truth that lies within 'em Or whatever lies within 'em, I can honestly say I feel 'em [Hook] So, if I had to choose between her and it I'd have to choose My woman wants me to choose between her and rapping But I think about it just as much as the words are rapping See how they rhyme! [Verse 2: Elzhi] Besides my woman bugging and me wishing I had lots of loving Keep the mic hot like pasta oven She got assumptions that I'm cheating And claim I don't spend time with her She says I'd rather bust a rhyme in her Crown of a mic, my ex babes are like wack rappers Sounding alike, both hate the fact that I'm emceeing The studio I be in While I'm trapped between the lines like riding with Drivers Ed teaching She tryna throw me out them same lines like I'm a drunk Speed Demon These evenings, I come home late I'll be thinking about calling her but I hate thinking her phone late Next day she illing, like "was your thinking cap on straight!?!" I can't take this, but I'mma take this gift and make this my career Where my support at? I threw my heart into rapping, she tore that Baby, what happened to trusting her? Things you said before that? Thinking my lyrics are lady, and poetry means pussy And when I say "hit the tracks," She think it's some broad with tracks, shocked and appalled by that [Hook] C'mon !