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Love on Haight Street
by BT



(The vibrations and compatibility, I think it's like a magnet)
(the magnet brings to itself steel)
(we shall wait no longer)

(we look forward to a future, where life is)

For rap it's live and die as we hurl through outer space
Witness the Omega theory in the lines of my face
Caught up in dead aim
Picky to Ferris is startin' over
Checkin' for phat rhymes to help us start gold'n over
And replicate
Cowards better get this shit straight
Grand and Fiz done brought it to yo face some more then I play
Young stars push weight, bad brawls, who take the bait
Evolve, and lay low without constant marinate
Livin' live for hip hop, two for Bicardi and women, three four
The legal hustle, cash money and women
'til the day I die, strive to be a corporate exec
Vocal graphics like Pentium II, 3D effect
Grand and V I apply 'nough pressure to snap yer neck
Keep it bouncin' like P are records and bad checks

(tell me when you ready) (I am ready)
(check 'em out) (listen to this)

My inner thoughts get caught dwellin' in the valley with heat
Keep it primed all the time for these brothas I meet
That be talkin' behind my back
Thinkin' they slick and sometimes it be the brothas in ya clique
Don't be fooled, they'll tell you that it's cool
The brutha that you knew for twelve years back in school
Back on the set and coverin' all bets
The lyric champagne that's keepin' you all wet
But don't celebrate let's get some things straight
Started nine-7 but finished in nine-8
Dogs at the gate for unexpected guests
One hundred percent 'cause I expect the best
Nothin' less
Don't hit Ras with the stress

Spittin' rhymes hard that's crackin' the bird chest
Took me twelve months to stack money in lumps
Far from livin' foul but further from Don Trump
Hit the speed bumps got slowed but still flow
Huntin' bruthas down for money they still owe (owe)
Brothas gettin' killed and brothas in cell blocks
Comin' home to bills that's fillin' my mail box
Felt all the pain through sunshine and rain
Hopin' one day that all of this will change
Had to rearrange my life, I strike twice
Standin' on the curb with bruthas rollin' the dice
Never nothin' nice when all of yo cash flow (what)
'pends on how the ivory's hittin' the Castro
You know, that if you ever needed Rasco
That I would be the first to stand in toe-to-toe
I never ran, my moms raised a real man
Taught me all the tricks to formulate the plans
World in my hand, she said it was all mine
Always made sure that everything was fine
Stop it on the dime, drop nuttin' but ill rhymes
Started as a hobby, I did it to kill time
Now it's got perks, no longer the desk clerk
But sometimes that's where I was doin' my best work
Hope that vest work, we spittin' the Teflon
Get out of the way before you get stepped on
Never negative we keepin' it on pos
Team with B-T, we doin' it for the cause
Because (because)

(check it out)
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written by TRANSEAU, BRIAN WAYNE
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