U Gotta Love It

(It's what they want

It's what they want

It's what they want

It's what they want

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, "****, 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 can cum

Bustin' in hoes, guzzlin' fours

Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro

From bottles, to seven in your hand

To fake Pepsis, to get to the crack, unscrew the can

Gleam blunted, seein' hunnids, stacks of boy with a lean on it

We got it if the fiends want it

The whole block singin' 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

(It's what they want

It's what they want)

Fuck it, you gotta love it

(It's what they want

It's what they want)

Fuck it, you gotta love it

(It's what they want

It's what they want)

Fuck it, you gotta love it

(It's what they want

It's what they want

It's what they want)

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 sleepin' with fishes, them hoes

Conspicuous, and it shows, trickin' this dough

Kickin' this flow, slip and you fold

So, when your click roll, I let my clips go

**** on opposite poles

I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole

Inhumane, livin' hostile opposed

To livin' on the street, proper from my top to my toes

Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon **** in suburbans with liquor

Preposterous foes, finicky foul ****

See **** and Blacks, there goes a loud difference

Coke sniffin', tappin' thirteen 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 painin'

Get off your ass, stop complainin'

My crew be in Montego Bay, marguer-enin'

Marinatin' while you home, waitin' 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, **** feel me

You gotta love it

Fuck it, you gotta love it

(It's what they want

It's what they want

It's what they want)

Fuck it, you gotta love it

(It's what they want

It's what they want)

Fuck it, you gotta love it

(It's what they want)

(It's what they want

It's what they want

It's what they want

It's what they want)

(It's what they want

It's what they want)