Wreckshop Family

Wreckshop Family - I Got Love songtekst

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(feat. Noke D)



[talking]

Huh huh, this goes out to all the real niggaz

Locked up, niggaz in the street hustling to feed they family

Know I'm tal'n bout, it's real Noke D



[Hook: Noke D]

I got love, for niggaz hustling the streets

Trying to stay up on they feet, trying to make they ends meet

I got love, for my niggaz doing time

Locked down but they can find, with so much up on they mind



[Noke D]

I got love, for all my niggaz in the street

Packing the heat, maintaining staying on feet

I'm number one in the ratings, that nigga from BMT

And all those that hate me, I've been praying for you lately



[D-Reck]

I got L-O-V-E, for young and O.G.'s

Who run in controlled streets, sell dope just to eat

Born misunderstood, torn between bad and good

Raised up in the hood, trying to get paid like they should



[Noke D]

You can't fade me with reality shit, I live I love it

I push it I shove it, I grip it I hug it

It's tug of war, with this Southern superstar

About to let the whole wide world, know who we are



[D-Reck]

Dirty 3rd movie stars, country boys making noise

On a mission with a cause, what you hear came from God

You can hear it in my heart, see a soldier play his part

Each one teach one what he's taught, keep his son from getting caught



[Noke D]

Man it's a movement, we choose to use music to do it

And if that's too confusing, show love and gon Screw it



[Hook]

I got love, for niggaz hustling the streets

Trying to stay up on they feet, trying to make they ends meet

I got love, for my niggaz doing time

Locked down but they can find, with so much up on they mind

I got love, for my niggaz on the block

Where the hustle never stop, ducking dodging the cops

I got love, for my niggaz in the hood

My niggaz doing bad, and my niggaz doing good



[D-Reck]

I'm bout to reveal to you motherfuckers, the definition of real

It's when a nigga refuse to face defeat, no matter how steep the hill

When a nigga deal with responsibility, it come with getting older

Like carrying his friends his family, and the community on his shoulders

Cause he who get the paper, but never forget from where he came

That leave a lil' something behind, for his kids not just his name

It's he who learn to love, even the ones that hate

And he who knows to forgive, is to be forgiven for his mistakes



[Hook]



[A3]

For niggaz up on the cut, hustling hard to make a buck

Jackers bust real niggaz do duck, not trying to see they life destruct

Some of these boys don't give a fuck, some of these niggaz out here is stuck

I'm grabbing the green and holding it up, inhale the smoke then dump the but

For all my niggaz who up in the Penn, twirling they life in 5 to 10

No need to pretend I'm pouring up Gin, when niggaz turn fake I blunted they chin

9 to 5 be on that job, 24/7 he praising the Lord

A lot of these niggaz is scan'lous and fraud, but fuck what they say up on the teflon

Who is you to judge a G, where were you at when we needed to eat

Where were you when we were scared to sleep, but now you come trick beat your feet

I put my faith in G-O-D, and cats that put they faith in me

See lately the world is changing, prophecy's told and falsly claiming

Lyrically aiming for my dogs, I'm the light up in the fog

Up in this game I be's a hog, no time to stall they bound to fall

I'm moving a round that's made of brick, I told you this that shit that stick

I love my niggaz my niggaz is it, I got the ball so set the pick



[Hook]



[D-Gotti talking]

Yeah mayn, this for my niggaz that had it hard

Them boys holding down a job, know I'm saying

Niggaz in the gutter living like the mob man

We still getting it man, Wreckshop to the G-R-A-V-E baby

This Young Gott-O man, come on with it baby



[A3 talking]

For real mayn, this your boy A3 baby up in here mayn

We putting it down for all my niggaz locked up behind them bars

You know I'm saying, my niggaz on the corner

Trying to put food on the table, know I'm saying

This go out to them praying grandmothers and mothers mayn

Them fathers that do what they gotta do, keep ya head up baby

We got love for all y'all, get your bread



[Hook]
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