Shady Nate - Love 4 The Streets lyrics

[Hook] [X3]I know I got these haters mad, I can love that When you got love for the streets they give you love back Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared Popping them thangs, I'm rocking my chain anywhere [Verse 1: A Plus Tha Kid] Look up in the sky: it's a bird, it's a plane What's that n***a name? It say it on his chain Vogues on the wheels, still gripping on the grain Cashed out for the yandy and spray it on the frame Blame it on the game; n***as hating, what a shame Getting it around the world while you waiting for the fame 120 on the bo, pour another four Gotta have mine though, for the halftime show I'mma let it be known: boy a b**h ain't nothing I'm from the part of town where the pimps ain't cuffing Gangstas ain't telling, we ain't never saying nothing I love to just listen when the russian K busting sh**ting on 'em stay flushing; Shady Nate and A Plussin' Before I ever started rapping I was hustling And we don't ever change our minds, we just adjust them Come through tryna crush them, everything custom... (Hook) [Verse 2: Shady Nate] For roaches I spray pesticide, and all the rest could ride My cream machine make fiends do the electric slide f** talking about the money and let's collide Push up on the block and get your lyrical exercise Rocking with my co*k out, that just mean the Glock out It's smacking at the trap house, so I'mma take the back route b**hes in the kitchen whipping with titties and a** out I turned her to a marketing genius during my last drought Plenty green by any means, give me money or give me lean They know about that lean team, propane game and them beam things From Folsom up to Sing SIng, Fresno to Oakland Pistol promoting, look in my eyes it's no joking Stay smoking the best of grapes, lil n***a pour up (syrup) Planes, trains and thangs, another city to sow up But so what? Shoulder to shoulder you see the tat I got love in the hood so I'm giving it back (Hook) [Verse 3: A Plus Tha Kid] A Plus and Shady Nate, running like it's '88 Beating down your block, slapping clapping off your lady ? n***as mad at the paint, cause it make the hoes faint s**as wanna try to end me but can't, I'm well trained No backing down, I ain't; tryna play me I'm going mainey though Mama's only living sons, put that on my aunty though Rest in peace Oakland Spodie, just bought a truck; E-40 And beat the case because the people had nothing on me Real sh** f** a phony, no friends all fam Straight up out the Ranchwood, f** doing the talking I'm just tryna ball man, put me in the game coach Hanging out the Range Rove I can let the thang go Murdering from my angle, stripes like a Bangle Do this for the bangers with monitors on they ankle I know I got the haters mad, I could love that When you got love in the streets they give you love back... (Hook)