Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Only Love , by - La the Darkman. Release date: 20.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's Only Love |
| Word up, it’s La |
| It’s rough out here God, you know? |
| Word up, yea. |
| It’s only love, doin this thing, pa |
| It’s only love that I’m givin |
| Yo, Earths are cryin, as they see their son’s dyin |
| In the streets, bitches are burnin like the bottom of an iron |
| Negativity is all that brothers see in my environment |
| I don’t work for the white man, cuz coccaine is hirin |
| My times is expirin, but I don’t care |
| All I do is buy sneakers, new cars and beer |
| When I need to buy estates, 'fore it get too late |
| But furnished basements, have my all crew, liftin weights |
| Drinkin liquor, see the real picture, your life is too short |
| Will you make that million dollars, pa, before you get caught? |
| Between stick-up kids and jakes, you got to make your own fate |
| It was another kid’s beef, my son got caught by a stray |
| And he passed on in a flash from a four-five shell |
| And I gotta believe in Heaven cuz the ghetto is Hell |
| What is reality, and the lifestyle of all men? |
| I need a mansion, twins, Heineken’s and skins |
| I don’t drink Gin to sin, leave that to raw-dick Kim |
| Cuz he too light to fight, so he shoot to win in the end |
| Madmen disappear here over the years |
| Accept collect calls from my penetentiary peers |
| It’s locked down for snow, I wanna live a better life |
| Know mad niggas caught by the Germans and drugs twice |
| Now they behind bars, told when to eat, sleep and shit |
| Transformed a three-year to a eight-year bid |
| Cuz he jooked a kid, peace to Mena, Big E, now Wayne |
| You’ll be home son, sportin fly Air ones |
| But in the world, yea there’s still shorties buggin |
| On a block at night bustin off guns for nothin |
| I’ve done that, I’m tryin to escape that, black |
| Little Mike just came back from doin four years flat |
| He was a hostage, trapped in a four-corner room |
| Shipped far upstate, seen light to the moon |
| Never snitched, that’s why he’s doin six plus six |
| While half y’all cats’ll go to court, singin like a bitch |
| These are the true facts of it, either hate it or love it |
| Stash your toast in my whip, in the wood grain, covered |
| But it’s peace, cuz I’ma fuck up cats with no grease |
| This track is for the niggas locked down and deceased |
| R.I.P., R.I.P |
| Word up, Parada |
| Liz, Big Gus, all my maniacs |
| Tracks, cousin Facts |
| Word up, Mena, Slow Joe |
| You know? |
| Word up |
| All mine, yaknowImean? |
| Gotti, word up |
| Salasie, knowI’msayin? |
| Word up |
| You know? |
| My man King, Ced Demon |
| King Gunner, word up |
| KnowI’msayin? |
| Ugh! |