Nas Lyrics

Album: Unknown

You Got To Love It Lyrics

[Az] This is what they want 

[Nas] What you say? 

[Az] This is what they want 

[Nas] Can't hear you man 

[Az] This is what they want 

[Nas] Speak the fuck up...What! 

Nastradamus skama lit 

Know when I wreck 

Flow when I'm set 

I got the chips to make a lotus my whip 

Gold on my neck was once a code of respect 

For highrollers and becks now its those of braguettes 

Prefer a mack 10 over a tech 

No matter sober or wet, I smack soldier condects 

Trees it might've jacked my hype back 

Famous phrase "nigga light that" 

Hoes that you fuck asking where your ice at 

Dun, its all about playboys when we were young 

Could only get tongue, then finally we could cum 

Bustin hoes, gazzling 4-0's 

Crack blitz in 86, you turned hustling pro 

>From bottles to holding seven in your hand 

To pay debts, to get to the crack, unscrew the can 

Gleam blunted hundred sack embowed with a seam on it 

We got it if the fiends want it 

The whole block singing the same theme "dawn it" 

Fuck it too many crabs in a bucket 

If its icework, I'm gonna chuck it 

Fuck it, you gotta love it 

Chorus: 

[Az] This is what they want 

[Nas] Fuck it! You gotta love it 

Repeat 3 times 

Some girls get emotional, fanatic extremis 

Compulsive with malice incentives 

The foulest of bitches, hung on my riches, her childish wishes 

Be suspicous, of those sleeping with fishes 

Them hoes, conspicuous and it shows 

Tricking his doe, kicking his flow, slipping you fold 

So when your clique roll, I let my clips go, niggas on opposite poles 

I got that confidence sewed, for those locked in a hole 

In humane living hostile opposed, to live on the streets 

Proper from my top to my toes, aeropostale my clothes 

Burning niggas in surburbans with liquor 

Prosperous foes, finicky foul niggas 

See niggas and blacks 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 in jail, chrome objects hit you in your own projects 

It's street economics, this rhyme was edited, credited, thru ebonics 

Miserable cats, hunger paining 

Get off your ass stop complaining 

My crew be in Montego Bay migrating 

Marinating while you home waiting your arraignment 

This thuglife you claimed it, I made millions of entertainment 

Now back in the hood certains cats, they wanna kill me 

They icegrill me, but on the low they feel me 

You gotta love it.....