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nas – u gotta love it lyrics

real conversation for that -ss
(its what they want) huh
(its what they want) what you say, can’t hear you man
(its what they want) speak the f-ck up
(its what they want) word (its what they want)

[nas]
nastradumas, astrologic, know when i rep
flow when i’m set, got the chips to a lotus my whip
gold on my neck was once a code of respect
for high rollers and vets
now its loads of baguettes, prefer a mack-10 over a tech
no matter sober or wet, i smack soldiers, cadets
trees that might eject my height back
famous phrase “n-gg- light that”
hoes you f-ck, ask you where your ice at, dun
its all about playboys, when we was young
could only get tongue, then finally we can c-m
busting in hoes, guzzling 4’s
crack blitz, ’86, you turn hustling pro
from bottles, to seven in your hand
to fake pepsi’s to get to the crack, unscrew the can
gleam blunted, seeing 100’s, stacks of boy with a lean on it
we got it if the fiends want it
the whole block singing the same theme “don it”
f-ck it, too many crabs in the bucket
if its ice work, i’m gonna truck it
you gotta love it, you gotta love it

[chorus]
(its what they want) f-ck it
(its what they want) you gotta love it
(its what they want) f-ck it
(its what they want) you gotta love it
(its what they want) f-ck it
(its what they want) you gotta love it
(its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want)

[nas]
some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist
compulsive with malice insentives, the foulest of b-tches
hunger my riches, her childish wishes
be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes
conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough
kicking this flow, slip in a new fold
so when your click roll, i let my clips go, n-gg-s on opposite polls
i got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole
inhuman, living hostile opposed
to living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes
aeropostale my clothes, vernon n-gg-s in suburbans with liquor
preposterous foes, finicky foul n-gg-s
see n-gg-s in black, there goes a loud difference
c-ke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens
you can’t be a kingpin when you snitching
regardless, we still make you a target
we shoot you and chill, chrome objects
hit you in your projects, its street anomics
this rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics
miserable cats, hunger painin’
get off your -ss, stop complaining
my crew be in montego bay margarating, marinating
while you home, waiting 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, n-gg-s feel me
you gotta love it, you gotta love it

[chorus]
(its what they want) f-ck it
(its what they want) you gotta love it
(its what they want) f-ck it
(its what they want) you gotta love it
(its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want)

- nas lyrics

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