U Gotta Love It Lyrics by NAS

U Gotta Love It Lyrics

    Real conversation for that ass
    (Its what they want) Huh
    (Its what they want) What you said, can't hear you man
    (Its what they want) Speak the fuck 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 hype back
    Famous phrase "Nigga light that"
    Hoes you fuck, ask you where your ice at, dun
    Its all about playboys, when we was young
    Can only get tongue, then finally we can cum
    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"
    Fuck 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) fuck it
    (Its what they want) you gotta love it
    (Its what they want) fuck it
    (Its what they want) you gotta love it
    (Its what they want) fuck 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
    Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of bitches
    Hung up my riches, her childest wishes
    Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes
    Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough
    Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo'
    So when your click roll, I let my clips go, Niggas 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 niggas in suburbans with liquor
    Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas
    See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference
    Coke 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 painting
    Get off your ass, stop complaining
    My crew be in Montego Bay margariting
    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, niggas feel me
    You gotta love it, you gotta love it

    [Chorus]
    (Its what they want) fuck it
    (Its what they want) you gotta love it
    (Its what they want) fuck it
    (Its what they want) you gotta love it
    (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want)

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