Текст, перевод и аккорды “Love Is Love”
- [Cormega] Yo, fuck the next nigga rep son, you bust yo gun Respect real niggaz, and trust no one Whoever think it can't happen, what, clap him To hurt your enemy mentally, smack 'em Never let your friends know, how deep your ends go Cuz jealousy's a motherfucker, you never know And never let niggaz know, where you rest at Cuz niggaz might take your dough and push ya head back Everybody want riches, but if the game ain't for you Why fuck with it, yo, for real You might get killed, or touch prison Keep your enemies close and never trust snitches When it's on, you come through creepin' Fuck attention, did I mention? Drugs where you sleepin', just ain't decent Son, I say this for one reason I want all my real niggaz, to keep eatin' Love is love [Chorus: Tiffany] Love, is love Doesn't matter what you got, never had enough Love, is love Don't matter what you do, our love will see you through [Cormega] And to my niggaz who be gettin' ki's Don't trust connects that you never seen Even if he got bricks for seventeen You fuck around, and have a case of State Supreme Nigga, you done, and if you can't a case Run, cuz upstate, your friends won't remember you, son When you out of sight, you out of mind So take my advice, I did a lot of time You feel me? And if a girl did a bid with you Remember, she prove that she did miss you Fuck pretenders, everybody gotta go So tell God that I'm comin' with a lot of dough Fuck the bullshit, I'ma blow So let my drama know I'ma go out Like Montana, yo, you hear me? Yo, I speak severly, streets prepared me And you ain't gotta like me, motherfucker, you fear me I say this for one reason Cuz if you ever fuck me, my guns squeezin' Love is love [Chorus] [Cormega] You never worry about a next nigga, get yours son Jealously'll bury niggaz, fuck the broke niggaz Fuck with the heavy hitters, cuz being broke Make a nigga feel very bitter And if ya man ever steal from you, never trust him When niggaz keep it real with you, you never fuck 'em If you got plans to get rich, don't discuss 'em Cuz who the fuck wanna see you blow, you know? Money come and goes, like friends, had a bunch of those How many with me, 'til the end, I don't know Only trust a few, shit, I even got plans to buck a few Keep it real with me, what up with you? Son, I say this for one reason So you can understand, I'm the motherfuckin' man, I'm done speakin' [Chorus]
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