Lloyd Banks - Love And Hate / Don't Matter" lyrics
[Verse 1: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Uh! - Full speed ahead to the pounds I daily double the dollar that's why I ain't been around. (ugh!) Round here n***as wake up. Wake up! Cut the cake up! [police sirens] Frontin'! - And get your face cut end tatted in permenanent make up. {LET'S GO! } If they hit you in your "EN" tat' rather see n***as brake up ("AA-AA-AA-AA- Alchemist!") No shotgun; I'll run over you with the same truck Attire marked sweater cause it's The Unit forever The kush match the chedder; and I'm on italian leather. {Whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} Diamond and bring whoever, my moma done put together A f**ing masterpiece from back streets to foreign weather Athletes don't ball better - +Top 5+ I said it! My life's the sh**! - All I hear is credit or debit I inherit! (uh!) - The issues of the n***as I get bread with Respect it! - Vice or versa - Not the type to be messed with Check it I just want the check! - b**h I ain't tryna cuddle With ya I just want your neck - take what you can get! (hahahaha!) (ugh!) [Chorus:] Love or hate, it don't matter! Matter fact I'm bigger than that - I'm flattered! I've had it with these n***as. Automatic to these n***as. (uh!) Alota sh** been through here - but we have to be the realest. [shot] n***as feel this! - Queens the home of the cop k**as (Queens!) Gorillas - with hair, twin triggers and chinchillas! (uh!) Backs back to back head crack top billas! You n***as can't eat till we finished! (finished!) [police sirens] [Verse 2:] I don't ride spinners! - I pull up on steels cause confusion (hahh!) A six will make 'em poke out they eyes - like Houston! A far model coupen, I been everywhere that you been Broke everybone of Cuban that heat will make you remove 'em! (whooo!) [shot] You snoozin'! - I stay fully dressed - steady moving! Dutches full of Mourn in my new pelle-pelle cruisin'. (ugh!) He can jump him on a boat down, I don't know what the hell he proven Pro'ly a coke or dope - or both? - Hard to choose one! The ghetto targets you young ma**age and get you sprung You ain't thinking bout new kicks - you want a new gun. (new gun!) A reputation and armor chest! And hope the sh** you did don't come back, another Karma d**h! Yes! (yes!) I'm smooth enough to charm a saint I'm what these Frauds will ain't! - Man the sh** that be on they arm be fake! Fake n***as die slow as they should go! They hate me in the industry, but love me in the hood though! (Sooooo?) [Chorus:] Love or hate, it don't matter! Matter fact I'm bigger than that - I'm flattered! I've had it with these n***as. Automatic to these n***as. (uh!) Alota sh** been through here - but we have to be the realest. [shot] n***as feel this! - Queens the home of the cop k**as (Queens!) Gorillas - with hair, twin triggers and chinchillas! (uh!) Backs back to back head crack top billas! You n***as won't eat till we finished! (finished!) [Outro:] n***a we the realest. [scratching] I think these dumb n***as forgot! [scratching] Time to remind em [Verse 3:] We on it all day now so you don't wana play clown My goons will spin the 'K round you'll run like a greyhound. (whooo!) This is dedicated to n***as that stay down In this cold world were theyll buck through a playground Real n***as don't stay down, they bounce up! Smoke ah ounce up do dirt and keep their mouth shut! (Ssssshh!) We bring the club in f** the house up Somebody burnt the couch up now I'm kicking them out. fu*k! [gunshot] [beat stops] {DAMN!}