[Benzino]: 

'Zino, uh 

Young Yellow 

Old star 

From Boston to NY 



We do it for the 

(Love) 



Purple haze, Philly blunts, niggas on the corner 

Semi-auto weapons, with the red scope on it 

Niggas don't want it, my dawgs we do it for the 

(Love) 

Fly bitches, ponytails, jeans fit just right 

Get brains on the nine o' clock flight 

That this is for them niggas up in Walpole 

Norfolk, Nashua, South Bay, shit 

You know them niggas get 

(Love) 



For them Hang Man 3, cause they got love for me 

I rap for them, they do the same for me 

I got (love) for them hustlers that be throwin' them dice 

All my hood rich niggas on the block with ice 

I got (love) for the deceased that died for the cause 

For everybody in the jailhouse locked behind bars 

I got (love) for them ladies in Victoria thongs 

That ain't afraid to hold me down with the shit go wrong 



See it's like (love) when I be blazin' up a ounce a hyro 

Ride through the projects and there's no five-o 

That's (love) sittin' in the court with a grin on my face 

Hundred thousand dollars put up so I can beat this case 

You know that's (love) niggas workin' with the Feds, that's trife 

Got ya man twenty-five to life motherfucker 

That be -- (love) 



--I got -- for the blunt smokers, the wood smokers 

Dutch smokers, even you green leaf rollers 

I got (love) for my Timberland boots, Burberry suits 

Plenty of loot, topless coupes 

I got (love) for my grandmom's, my little brother 

For the youth in the struggle, together we'll get tougher 



(Love) All my niggas get 

(Love) All my bitches get 

(Love) Scream 

(Love) L-O (Love) 'Zino (Love, love) 



We got (love) for them bastard children 

Stealin' them buildin's, postin' the block, tryin' to touch a million 

That's (love) 



For my people, workin' hard at night 

Run the graveyard shift, gotta get that money, right 

You know it's (love) when I send my boy commensary 

A Playboy magazine and picture of Halle Berry 

That's (love) when I let you hold my nine, bring it back 

Chicks where you at, you ain't gotta be a diamond stack 



We got (love) for them baby mama strippers 

Cause baby dad ain't in the picture, don't worry we there with ya 

It's all (love) when the 'dro is lit 

We got everybody laughin', chokin' and shit 

Now that's (....love) 



This is for my niggas who ain't here 

Pour the Remi out, shed light, on incarcerated tears 

Who got (love) 



For the Juvi's in detention halls 

Just hit me collect and I'm exceptin' the call 

Cause that's (love) 



From these Boston, Mass bandits 

Haters can't stand it, and that's exactly how we planned it 

Show me (love) 



All my hoods get (love) 



C'mon 



All my peoples get (love) 

(Love, love, love, love) 



Holla 

Yo, all my niggas get (love) 

All my bitches get (love) 

Show us love (love, love...) 

Show us love (love, love..) 

'Zino (love, love...) 

Our family get (love) 

All the world get, show us love (love, love...) 

Scream (love, love...) 

Holla (love, love... 

Show us love (love, love...)