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NAS lyrics : "U Gotta Love It"

Real conversation for that $$#
(Its what they want) Huh
(Its what they want) What you said, can't hear you man

(Its what they want) Speak the $#&@ up
(Its what they want) Word (Its what they want)


[Nas]
Nastradumas, astrologic, know when I rep
Flow when I'm set, got the chips to a lotus my whip

Gold on my neck was once a code of respect
For high rollers and vets
Now its loads of baguettes, prefer a mack-10 over a tech

No matter sober or wet, I smack soldiers, cadets
Trees that might eject my hype back
Famous phrase "^!$$% light that"

Hoes you $#&@, ask you where your ice at, dun
Its all about playboys, when we was young
Can only get tongue, then finally we can###

Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's
Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro
From bottles, to seven in your hand

To fake pepsi's to get to the crack, unscrew the can
Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it
We got it if the fiends want it

The whole block singing the same theme "Don it"
$#&@ it, too many crabs in the bucket
If its ice work, I'm gonna truck it

You gotta love it, you gotta love it

[Chorus]

(Its what they want) $#&@ it
(Its what they want) you gotta love it
(Its what they want) $#&@ it

(Its what they want) you gotta love it
(Its what they want) $#&@ it
(Its what they want) you gotta love it

(Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want)

[Nas]

Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist
Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of (*##$es
Hung up my riches, her childest wishes

Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes
Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough
Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo'

So when your click roll, I let my clips go, ^!$$%s on opposite polls
I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole
Inhuman, living hostile opposed

To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes
Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon ^!$$%s in suburbans with liquor
Preposterous foes, frantically foul ^!$$%s

See ^!$$%s in blast, there goes a loud difference
!@&@e 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 and chill, chrome objects
Hit you in your projects, its street anomics

This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics
Miserable cats, hunger painting
Get off your $$#, stop complaining

My crew be in Montego Bay margariting
While you home, waiting your arraignment
This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment

Now back in the hood, certain cats they wanna kill me
They ice grill me, but on the low, ^!$$%s feel me
You gotta love it, you gotta love it


[Chorus]
(Its what they want) $#&@ it

(Its what they want) you gotta love it
(Its what they want) $#&@ it
(Its what they want) you gotta love it

(Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want)

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