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gwop gang - need luv lyrics

[juste]
the block yeah i played it dropped a couple rocks for the losers on the pavement
no i wouldn’t talk when you’d ask me how my day went
you took it as rude while i seen it as a favour
no point in hurting you i know you hear it from the neighbours
cops in the neighbour+hood say we brazen shootin’ broad day an’
40 bottle breakin’ gang+bangin’ fools
thought you’d kick me to the curb if you ever knew the truth
’cause a heart yeah i got one, just a little closer to
‘frigerator temperature i guess it’s ’cause what i go through
every time i leave home money walking by the stoop
beef right around the corner, evil yeah they come in twos
filled up with marijuana guess that i’m an addict too
though i live the way i wanna, never meant to distance you
p+r uh+uh c+r in november + you
are the reason why i go hard the way a n+gga do

[hook]
i don’t know if it’s right but in my life i chose the trouble
and choose my struggle but i need love too
so fly me a kite
pour some liquor if i die for my troubles i ride til i crumble
as long as the love true ’cause we need love too
my gang my hood my block
only place to understand why i thug too
cuz we need love too
but need love too
can’t you see we need love too

[badnewz]
children in crowded apartments with no lights
watch their parents fist+fight light the stove plastic over windows
watchin’ roaches crawl across their cheerios
at bedtime praying for miracles i try to keep it spiritual
but it seems my blessings hit the ceiling fall in my lap
at school targeted for wisecracks
yeah out of order in the lunchline with my chicken
holdin’ a core i grab my tray and pack it in a paper
and place it in my backpack
homework’s gone teacher sing the same song
heart’s going as cold as ice
forced to pay the price and begging christ
get me off this p+ssy mattress start the static
crib is filled with addicts sh+t is madness
leave my address to hang out with them gangsters
packing their ratchets they feel my sadness

[hook]

[steis]
carefully planning my progression
i’m in the city with n+ggas who nine to five and still hustle yeah we all stressin’
but still gettin’ it in
try to smoke away your worries with haze i know n+ggas that’ll do it with gin
i see n+ggas that’ll do it with grins
try to fool you with their facial expressions but they’re losing within
the movement begins a cycle where youngins become men
get locked and they do it again
they’re state property i remember we blazed broccoli
and cleaned up tools making sure that they spray properly
it’s hood livin’ i got a couple of gems for your mind
no stems in my rhymes i spit the best izms
so my dudes gonna f+ck with me the rules displayed
no talking to d’s market the trees and auction away
now officer wait i grew amongst goons
this is not a cartoon very few can relate it’s like…

[hook]

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