Thug Love

I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip - we get rich Love for my disciples, love for my lords Pitchforks and fivestars, street soldiers for sure Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico! S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast Love the everyday hustlin, bustlin, musclin but what When we war, we stay strugglin I got a plan, a pound, a payment; let's roll I'm seein red, the blue, the brown, black, and gold Time to stand as one and snatch back the soul Gangsters, we all can jack back control Got the bitches comin with the booty and bubbly Time to discuss streets cuz shit got ugly I thought they all facin enemy to enemy Cuz ain't a motherfuckin thang here industry Who in here bangin over money, or a bitch that you ain't sure to get Or soon as you get it, split it Over a block that's hot, or a chain that he got The nigga he popped, or over the dimes that he dropped Either way we got a bil' a day Cuz nowadays it's kids that spray, they feel that way And if we chill and wait, and don't deliberate You see they feel that way, and then they kill that way I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip - we get rich Love for my disciples, love for my lords Pitchforks and fivestars, street soldiers for sure Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico! S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast Love the everyday hustlin, bustlin, musclin but what When we war, we stay strugglin I love my niggas to the death of me I think it's my motherfuckin destiny My homies bringin out the best in me Shout to my people out on the streets who don't be stessin me See what you fake niggas can't feel Is that the real recognize real Niggas who rob and steal Could give a fuck about image and sex appeal So when they see you on the streets (Nigga you know the deal) Aiyyo these so-called gangsters, as so-called hard I seen 'em rollin with a million man entourage But then they still get touched on by the law That makes me wonder, what the fuck they even hired 'em for You see we all in the same gang Because we've all hit the same thang But now it's time niggas game changed And while he's sleepin callin us "lost souls" We send a million O.G.'s straight to the pole I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip - we get rich Love for my disciples, love for my lords Pitchforks and fivestars, street soldiers for sure Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico! S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast Love the everyday hustlin, bustlin, musclin but what When we war, we stay strugglin You got my back, I got yo' back You got yo' strap, I got my strap We got it, and you know it We got it, and you know it You got my back, I got yo' back You got yo' strap, I got my strap We got it, and you know it We got it, and you know it As our people with a purpose, see the shit surface They get us, cuz the feds is the nigga you do the dirt with Sick of pleading "Your Honor" fuck you, contempt on gettin calmer Sick of these warrants, and drinkin and drivin drama Time to, get connected, and stop makin them records Bout slangin and bangin, but they can't hold it when it get hectic Alotta niggas live soft and act hard Alotta rappers be claimin they be gangsters but trackstars Alotta cops kick ass, for quick cash, and fast cars The bottom of the beaten niggas with the last scars I'mma do Diallo, I feel dawg he was hollow If we don't fight today, it's nothin to fight for tomorrow I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip - we get rich Love for my disciples, love for my lords Pitchforks and fivestars, street soldiers for sure Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico! S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast Love the everyday hustlin, bustlin, musclin but what When we war, we stay strugglin