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Where do you go for love? Where do you go for love? Where do you go for love? Where do you go? I couldn't run to my mama 'Cause she was never one for the drama No love from my father These concrete streets made it harder Drop love for my honor, swap drugs for a dollar Some hot slugs make 'em holler Squeeze guns 'cause I never had a hug as a toddler Two fiends selling dreams, spark plugs and some copper Caught a bug, hot enough to burn scrubs off a doctor Your dread coming if the plug is a rasta Won't budge 'til he see a little thug in your posture Some OJ and a jug full of vodka One glove and a chopper, unplugged, I'ma shock her Mom dukes getting high 'cause the love couldn't stop her If you serve her, you'll be laying in the tub with your partner I grew up like a monster, too tough for a Tonka Too stuck playing Contra, one round, Street Fighters Balling up like Blanka, two shooters on the corner Parking up in a Honda, got two fours, spark 'em up like Mamba Dark enough like Bamba, Lil Mo tried to put it on me That's a body, Spartan up for the karma No weapon you can form sharp enough for the armor It's hard enough getting harder Where do you go? It's no love for a martyr We still hustle 'til the sun come up It's no peace 'til the guns go down It's a cold winter, she won't sleep 'til her son show up 'Cause mama knows she don't want no frowns The streets so bitter, it's cold out, better bundle up Your pops gone, he don't want you now, he a known sinner Either go home or go realer, the words from an ex-dope dealer Yeah, no such thing as hard closure The streets only made the heart colder It made me start over The past could be music to your ears But be clear, it ain't made to harp over Put the pain in a pot, stir it with a little I ain't have of pops Plus a block, you create a dark soldier I pay what I owe ya, but you won't get a penny more Won't find a diamond in the rough without any flaws Two addicts in the shop selling socks Three chains with no locks, DVDs starring Demi Moore Sharon Stone got her safety pin hinged on a herringbone Chuck D's, welcome to the Terrordome Big brother never home, so I had to butter all my bread alone Poker face so you would've never known You play the cards you've been dealt when the bet is on Where do you go for the love when it's never shown? We still hustle 'til the sun come up It's no peace 'til the guns go down It's a cold winter, she won't sleep 'til her son show up 'Cause mama knows she don't want no frowns The streets so bitter, it's cold out, better bundle up Your pops gone, he don't want you now, he a known sinner Either go home or go realer, the words from an ex-dope dealer