"It's not that I don't love you"

"You know how much I do"



[PR Terrorist: over chorus]

Yeah, Killa-Arm

This one here's for the people (word up)

To families livin in the ghetto

Babies, right there witchu

Peurto Rico (Japan, Africa)



[Chorus]

Make ya feel it, on the outside

And make ya feel it, on the inside

And make ya feel it..



[PR Terrorist]

Have you ever seen a grown man cry?

Have you ever asked a grown man why?

Why do ya feel that way inside?

Sometimes I had to swallow my pride and settle for less

Lord don't settle for less, you more like the best

To me, as I pull my head out my skully,

and I give praise due to those who mean somethin to me

Moms, you incredible, you raised me all by yourself

Regardless of the situation, there was food in the shelf

Pops, you abandoned me, you left me all alone

In this cold warzone, I had to fence for my own

My sister Candie, probably the only one that understands me

Girl I love you to death, you never turned your back on me

La-Familia sick, I wish I had the hands to heal you quick

And rid you of a disease you livin with

A young father, I've been blessed with two little girls

You two jewels more precious than diamonds or pearls

A part of me from a different perspective

And any woman that I'm dealin with is gonna have to respect it

On the outside there's negativity

Please killa cause on the inside

Me and my team'll make you feel it



[Chorus]

Make ya feel it, on the outside

And make ya feel it, on the inside

And make ya feel it, on the outside

And make ya feel it, on the inside

And make ya feel it..



[9th Prince: over chorus]

Word up,

It's like everyday, it's a struggle

Like floatin in a bubble

Burnin on the rocks, sticks and stones

And all that..



Aiyyo, aiyyo

Mom I'm suspended from school

Boy I'm tired of your shit, black woman drivin the mothership

Own the company witcha man, incorporate

She told me I was handsome -- I know I look funny with big lips

But that's the love she had for her son, the 9th Prince

Forever you exist in my circumference

You left my brain numbness, at night sometimes I cry

Wipe the salty tears from my eyes,

and feel lies, life's no job

You caught up in the Beehive,

but mom, ever since you been gone ain't nothin changed

Rza got a new Range, I can't complain

Them fake cats, stay in they lane

Your grandaughter Angelica, is gettin bigger

More figures I gotta spend on Princess Corinthia

Pull LaVoyd pictures, back when fam was ghetto prisoners

Let's all hold hands, and sing for the listeners



[Chorus]

Make ya feel it, on the outside

And make ya feel it, on the inside

And make ya feel it, on the outside

And make ya feel it, on the inside

And make ya feel it..



[Islord: over chorus]

(It's not that I don't love you)

Shit is just that real

Knowwha'mean, shit is definately just that real

(It's not that I don't love you)

Comin up in the ghetto and shit

You know, it's like sometimes ya just,

Sometimes, ya'know

It's like, it's like sometimes



Sometimes I catch myself sittin back,

scratchin the hair off my head

Thinkin about where I'm at black

Trapped in the worst part

I geuss so son, shit is fucked up though

The type of shit a young black man gotta go through,

everyday of his life, no matter where we at

They say we sell crack

Yeah we do son, so what do you expect us to do about it

I gotta eat, I ain't tryna starve for government

I know you lovin it, got us like rats and lamps

Just watchin us fade away, and it's sad

Like a rainy day, so what the fuck the president gotta say...



[Chorus to fade]