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Nas U Gotta Love It Here are the song lyrics for U Gotta Love It by Nas. For more excellent Nas lyrics, run a search! Typed by: jasper00711@hotmail.com * * send corrections to the typist Real conversation for that ass (It's what they want) Huh (It's what they want) What you said, can't hear you man (It's what they want) Speak the fuck up (It's what they want) Word (Its what they want) [Nas] Nastradamus, skama lit, 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, dunn 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 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" Fuck 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] (It's what they want) fuck it (It's what they want) you gotta love it (It's what they want) fuck it (It's what they want) you gotta love it (It's what they want) fuck it (It's what they want) you gotta love it (It's what they want) (it's what they want) (it's what they want) [Nas] 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, finicky foul niggas See niggas and blacks, 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, its 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 You gotta love it, you gotta love it [Chorus] (It's what they want) fuck it (It's what they want) you gotta love it (It's what they want) fuck it (It's what they want) you gotta love it (It's what they want) (it's what they want) (it's what they want)
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