Gotta Luv It

What you say? Can't hear you, man Speak the fuck up (It's what they want) Word (It's what they want) Nastradamus, skama lit, 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 a Mac-10 over a Tec No matter sober or wet I smack soldier cadets Trees that might eject my hype back Famous phrase "Nigga, light that" Hoes you fuck ask you: 'Where your ice at Dunn?' It's all about Playboys when we was young Could only get tongue Then finally we could cum Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro From bottles, to seven in your hand To fake Pepsi's, to get to the crack Unscrew the can gleam blunted, seeing 100's Stacks of boy with a lean on it We 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 gon' truck it You gotta love it, you gotta love it (It's what they want) Fuck it You gotta love it (It's what they want Huh? It's what they want) Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh?) Fuck it You gotta love it Some girls get too emotional Fanatic extremist Compulsive, with malice incentives The foulest of bitches Hunger my riches, her childish wishes Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes Them hoes Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough Kicking this flow, slip and you fold So when your clique roll, I let my clips go Niggas on opposite poles I got that confident soul For those locked in a hole Inhumane, living hostile opposed To living on the street Proper from my top to my toes Aeropostale my clothes Vernon niggas in Suburbans with liquor Preposterous 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-onomics this rhyme is edited Credited through ebonics Miserable cats, hunger paining Get off your ass, stop complaining My crew be in Montego Bay Macarena-ing 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 kill me They ice grill me, but on the low Niggas feel me you gotta love it Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh?) Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want) Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh?) (It's what they wantit's what they want)