Bodega BAMZ - Where's The Love lyrics

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Bodega BAMZ - Where's The Love lyrics

[Produced by Hi-Tek] [Hook: Ma**pike Miles] Sweet dreams of a young girl, looking for a way to crack the code Young hopes of a hustler, trying to heat the game so cold In these streets, either they love you or they don't These mean streets, either they love you or they don't [Verse 1: Termanology] My dreams are a million plus and that's the minimum Both my seeds chillin' living in the condominium Brought it from overseas, putting right back in the ghetto Where people act sentimental if you ain't tryna do sh** for them I remember when I got my first deal They hated on me, they tried to k** me forreal They shot up my crib with steel My partners some of them squealed when I see them I get the chills I can never forgive them still I'm still hustling sk**s instead of pills, beats instead of p's CD's instead of keys It's no love in these streets and that's a fact I don't trust a f**ing soul man I got my own back [Hook] [Verse 2: Bun B] Now tryna make a dolla ain't as easy as it used to be Grinding it out while making sure nobodies using me Now usually I get straight to the bread But nowadays you gotta make sure you using your head The OG said, “You gotta keep your eyes open” Always watch ya back cuz these boys be scoping Hoping that they could get you with your pants down That's no h*mo put your hands up slow-mo homie and stand down Now that's an everyday scene in the nation Cats is thirsty and they need their hydration You don't work then you don't eat You don't pay attention and you get merked in the street, sh** ain't sweet [Hook] [Verse 3: Bodega Bamz] In the jungle where them murders happen Ski mask, backpack & the magnum, take a pic no caption I'ma cruise no captain I'ma take no askin' I'ma make this happen bottle up and get this crackin', facts of life pa They tried to take and charge me double just to get it back Stupid, pay attention, once you leave they no make it back They just hate the fact, I'ma amazin' and I play with rap Deadbeat dad, maybe so but I could raise a stack Raise the gat, bullets flying everywhere, graze ya cap Bodies hit the floor, either dodge it or it or you take a nap Player's club, turkey dinner table everybody bosses, label meeting Throwing out numbers like a f**ing auction [Hook]

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