| It’s all love when you’re doing it big
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| Cop your homies new whips when they’re back from their biz («It's all love!»)
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| It’s all love when you way cashed out
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| Every bitch wants to be your new shit, no doubt («It's all love!»)
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| It’s all love at the booth in the club
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| Everybody is drinking champagne, giving out hugs («It's all love!»)
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| It’s all love, until you can’t give no more
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| The same niggaz that you fed, wanna see you dead («It's all love!»)
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| You got money, got power, got friends
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| Really got to love it cause the party don’t end
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| Got the streets locked, game tight, keeping it fly
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| Got that cocaine cash flow, stacking it high
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| Got every kind of whip the green money can buy
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| Got the crib by the lakes, steady flipping the cakes
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| Got the crew that’ll roll, ain’t scared of the jakes
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| Twenty five Fed indictments, them niggaz turn snakes
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| Threw you in the blouse of the devil with no shovel
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| Five million Dollar bail, your house is for sale
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| Can’t even get a word out, from none of your whores
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| They straight blocking your call, after you bought them all clothes
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| Choose cards on the streets, they set the jury a done deal
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| The judge gave you life and got a set for appeal
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| They left you in the coldest place that a nigga can feel
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| Asking yourself how you got there, you was keeping it real
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| You got a big hit records, your posse is deep
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| More niggaz than you know, but they’re at your show
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| On stage with you, backing you up, holding you down
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| Everybody is happy, giving mad pounds
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| Back stage, after the show, it’s going down
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| Off to the after party, other side of the town
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| It’s the life start balling, baby everyday
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| Next jam that you drop, don’t get no play
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| Just as quick as it can, the whole thing just went
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| The whole crew disappeared, no one at your events
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| All the juices you had, died with your rhymes
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| Every girl in your jock, impossible to sign
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| So you swollawed your pride, you go out one night
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| To see the hype new niggaz, that they rock the mics
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| When you look on the stage, you noticed their whole crew
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| Are the same motherfuckers that was there with you
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| It’s all love when you’re buying new drinks
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| It’s all love when your crew is on blink
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| It’s all love when you’re popping the crist, got ice in your wrist
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| It’s all love when your name is in the list
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| It’s all love when your fame’s doing well
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| It’s all love when you’re hotter than hell
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| It’s all love when you’re sitting on chrome, when you’re coping new home
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| It’s all love when you’re sitting on top
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| It’s all love when until you happen to drop
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| There is no love when you’re doing your bid
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| There is no love when you’re loosing your crib
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| There is no love when you ain’t got no ride, when you’re dying inside
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| There is no love when you’re trying to hide
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| There is no love on run from the cops
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| There is no love bopping ready to drop
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| And no love when your girl goes left
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| There is no love when the feds get tough
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| There is no love when the only person with you, is your goddamn self
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| I know niggaz can feel this
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| If you ever had something, and lost it
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| For some friends and some funny motherfuckers man
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| It’s real, check around for your friends when you’re broke
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| Yeah. |
| yeah. |
| Ummm.
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| It’s all love.
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| He can’t.
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| He can’t do it like we do but.
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| It’s all love.
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| Ummmm. |