Da Beatminerz - Thug Love lyrics

(feat. Naughty By Nature) [Hook: Both] I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip - we get rich Love for my disciples, love for my lords Pitchforks and fivestars, street soldiers for sure Got love for Latin kings, and love for MEXICO! S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast Love the everyday hustlin, bustlin, musclin but what When we war, we stay strugglin [Treach] I got a plan, a pound, a payment; let's roll I'm seein red, the blue, the brown, black, and gold Time to stand as one and snatch back the soul Gangsters, we all can jack back control Got the b**hes comin with the booty and bubbly Time to discuss streets cuz sh** got ugly I thought they all facin enemy to enemy Cuz ain't a motherf**in thang here industry Who in here bangin over money, or a b**h that you ain't sure to get Or soon as you get it, split it Over a block that's hot, or a chain that he got The n***a he popped, or over the dimes that HE dropped Either way we got a bil' a day Cuz nowadays it's kids that spray, they feel that way And if we chill and wait, and don't delibirate You see they feel that way, and then they k** that way [Hook] [Vinnie] I love my n***as to the d**h of me I think it's my motherf**in destiny My homies bringin out the best in me Shout to my people out on the streets who don't be stessin me See what you fake n***as can't feel Is that the real recognize real n***as who rob and steal, Could give a f** about image and s** apeal So when they see you on the streets (n***a you know the deal) Aiyyo these so-called gangsters, as so-called hard I seen 'em rollin with a million man entourage But then they still get touched on by the law That makes me think, what the f** they even hired 'em for You see we all in the same gang Because we've all hit the same thang But now it's time n***as game changed And while he's sleepin callin us "lost souls" We send a million O.G.'s straight to the pole [Chorus] [Treach singing x2] You got my back, I got yo' back You got yo' strap, I got my strap We got it, and you know it We got it, and you know it [Treach] As our people with a purpose, see the sh** surface They get us, cuz the feds is the n***a you do the dirt with Sick of pleading "Your Honor" f** you, contempt on gettin calmer Sick of these warrants, and drinkin and drivin drama Time to, get connected, and stop makin them records Bout slangin and bangin, but they can't hold it when it get hectic Alotta n***as live soft and act hard Alotta rappers be claimin they be gangsters but trackstars Alotta cops kick a**, for quick cash, and fast cars The bottom of the beaten n***as with the last scars I'ma do Diallo, I feel dawg he was hollow If we don't fight today, it's nothin to fight for tomorrow [Chorus x2]