If You Got Love (feat. Pete Rock)

Bang on my chest, Non Phixion

Somebody notify the press, Non Phixion

Bang on my chest, Non Phixion

Somebody, somebody, somebody notify the press, Non Phixion

I used to be a piece of shit till I dropped it

Eatin' with convicts

Straight projects, prophets, that's the object

Hunger pangs, spit the beef out

I kick the teeth out

We Non Phixion, up in the club with heaters out

No doubt, insanity the motive

I'm never broke

Body strapped with explosives

Suicide bat, your team posers

Teenybops rock Tacchini tops and arm holsters

Lookin' like feds in posters

Devils and brokers

I got a lotta love

But if you want hate, I got a lot of guns

You want crack? I got a lot of drugs

It's kinda bugged

The way the world can make a righteous man turn savage

I try to be peaceful, but the world prefer madness

And I'm a business man

Supply and demand

Make you feel like when your fam

Get in a shootout and your man die in your hands

Most dangerous rap group

Any question that I ask you

Love be the answer to the question, that's the truth

If you got love for your mom (That's Non Phixion)

If you got love for your dawgs (That's Non Phixion)

If you got love for the gods (That's Non Phixion)

What? (That's Non Phixion)

What? (That's Non Phixion)

If you got love for your peeps (That's Non Phixion)

If you got love for your seeds (That's Non Phixion)

If you got love for the streets (That's Non Phixion)

What? (That's Non Phixion)

What? (That's Non Phixion)

BK to Mount Vernon, money-earnin' nonstop

I lost a lot of people, I reminisce with Pete Rock

Gunnin' through public housin', some brothers never get out

I got love for my dawgs, now it's time to break the fuck out

We peeled out, that's when I dumb out

Three on the hip

I don't kick bars, I spit scars, shit that I live

And all you platinum cats? I'm about to run in your fridge

We all about food, belly up, two in your ribs

Ain't doin' a bit, nah, I'd rather hang from a sheet

It's all love son, prove and let my man speak

Truth is, you never know when it's your time to go

We all famous and we got files, lettin' you know

If you got love for your mom (That's Non Phixion)

If you got love for your dawgs (That's Non Phixion)

If you got love for the gods (Yeah, that's Non Phixion)

What? (That's Non Phixion)

What? (That's Non Phixion)

If you got love for your peeps (That's Non Phixion)

If you got love for your seeds (Yeah, that's Non Phixion)

If you got love for the streets (That's Non Phixion)

What? (That's Non Phixion)

What? (That's Non Phixion)

Ay yo, I seen it all

From what the truth should be to watch the truth is

I think America been tryin' to kill me for two years

But I'm still alive, arrive under heavy surveillance

Eyes be up on tell-lie-vision cameras

Platinum gangster anthems

Make the world wanna grab the magnum and bust

All we got is us

Our family's the only one we trust

Chronic and coke

Smoke spearmints, study pyramids

Dope in the heroin syringe when you hearin' this

I'm like a near death experience

I open up your eyes and your minds to the lies they be givin' us

If we don't kill them, they killin' us

And I'm ready to die, but they still can't kill the love

If you got love for your mom (That's Non Phixion)

If you got love for your dawgs (That's Non Phixion)

If you got love for the gods (That's Non Phixion)

What? (That's Non Phixion)

What? (That's Non Phixion)

If you got love for your peeps (What? That's Non Phixion)

If you got love for your seeds (Yeah, that's Non Phixion)

If you got love for the streets (Yo son, that's Non Phixion)

What? (That's Non Phixion)

What? (That's Non Phixion)