Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Hate, artist - Master P. Album song Ghetto Bill - The Best Hustler In The Game Volume 1 - Chopped & Screwed, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Love Hate |
Only thing I could tell y’all, it ain’t like what you think |
I’ll never speak on my people |
Same thing make you laugh’ll make you cry |
They claim that they love you then they hate you at the same time |
It’s a shame mayne, I can’t change mayne |
They’d rather see me on the block catch two to the brain mayne |
I’m tryin to be here for my son to get bigger |
And you ain’t real 'less you got a gun and droppin a nigga mayne |
I try to change my life, I try to do right |
But I feel like a felon on my third strike |
Cops pull me over, try to harass me |
I seen the R. Kelly tape but these young girls nasty mayne |
And the ghetto is infected with AIDS |
I’ve done seen so many young black males on the pave' |
Died with they eyes open, leave momma’s heart broken |
Got that dope in the hood, niggas still smokin |
No education mayne, just inflation mayne |
A bunch of ghetto people out here tryin to make it mayne |
Niggas’ll test you when they know you a killer |
My people livin for the lottery man scratch 'em and peel 'em |
Damn |
I pour out liquor for my niggas who done fell victim |
Whether they behind the trigger or the shell hit 'em, listen |
I guzzle beers for my brothers that’s missin |
Whether they in a box or they locked in state prison nigga |
Tattooed tears, to represent the day |
Of the ones that caught that hot slug to the head mayne |
This for my niggas on the block misled |
Who think they gotta hold Glocks or cock rocks to cop bread mayne |
Listen instead, I think I got a better plan |
To bring you a brighter day, make you a better man |
Switch the hustle, try to get your mind on |
Gettin legit in the world, nigga get your grind on |
Paper come in other ways, even though crime pays |
Put down your 9 my nigga, use your mind today |
And you’ll see, your paper start to multiply |
The same thing that make you laugh, man’ll make you cry |