NAS You Gotta Love It lyrics

Real conversation for that ass
(It's what they want)
(It's what they want)
What you said? Just can't hear you man
(It's what they want)

Speak the fuck up
(It's what they want)
Word
(It's what they want)

Nostradamus, 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, it's 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, 'Nigga, light that'

Hoes you fuck, ask you where your ice at, dun
It's all about playboys, when we was young
Can only get tongue, then finally we can cum

Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's
Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro
From bottles, to seven in your hand
To fake Pepsis to get to the crack, unscrew the can

Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it
We've got it if the fiends want it
The whole block singing the same theme, "Don it"

Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket
If it's ice work, I'm gonna truck it
U gotta love it

(It's what they want)
Fuck it
(It's what they want)
U gotta love it
(It's what they want)

Fuck it
(It's what they want)
U gotta love it
(It's what they want)

Fuck it
(It's what they want)
U gotta love it
(It's what they want)
(It's what they want)
(It's what they want)

Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist
Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of bitches

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
Niggas 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 niggas in suburbans with liquor
Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas
See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference

Coke 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, it's street anomics
This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics
Miserable cats, hunger painting
Get off your ass, 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, niggas feel me
U gotta love it

Fuck it
(It's what they want)
U gotta love it
(It's what they want)

Fuck it
(It's what they want)
U gotta love it
(It's what they want)

Fuck it
(It's what they want)
U gotta love it
(It's what they want)
(It's what they want)
(It's what they want)

It's what they want
It's what they want
It's what they want
It's what they want
It's what they want