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And there's no doubt about it
I can't live without it
and of the night is young

It's love
It's love
It's love
And I don't mean maybe
It's the real
Nigga  moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo love in the town. 
I got much love in Oakland y'all, you know what I'm sayin', 
I been doin' this shit fo
of lightning, it shook all our hills
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they are just deportees.

Is this the best way
and medicine
and so on
I've done it all, and I'm still going strong
But, there's no doubt about it,
this city holds a lot of thrills

But, it ain't got no
Dru Hill and a little more ill
(Hey Keith, we want you to be ill)

	Leave me alone, leave me alone!
	(Politics, politics..)
	Leave me alone, leave
on Saturday
Buried on Sunday
They go back to work on Monday

If I was President
If I was President
If I was President

But the radio won't play this
put in work like red ants 
And when I walk by Curtis Mayfield'll draft 
And spell the full limp love is just like Shaft 
Shit I craft, is harder than
Yes, yes, no doubt, excellence
Its what it is, what it is
And that's what it is, you see? (The suns shinin')
Ha, Fire

'Cause it is deeper, sweeter,
straight (Let the sunshine in)
Yes, yes, no doubt, excellence
Its what it is, what it is
And that's what it is, you see? (The suns shinin')
Ha, Fire..
radio blaring across the town
who should he hear coming in so loud and clear
it was that local yodeling clown
it was heard in the streets
Nigga  moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo love in the town. 
I got much love in Oakland y'all, you know what I'm sayin', 
I been doin' this shit fo
time I done seen life, 
and figured the amount that it's worth
It's the first, cops is slippin' for work
Got my niggas all cuffed up, sweatin' like
I always stick to my point like a John Pase
(So cut and edit) I wouldn't have done it
If I didn't know I could get way wit' it
By the time that I
the pain stays close
Most don't depressurize
When I've had it up to where you can see it in my eyes
Realize there's no sanity
Hella profanity and a sort
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time  forget it 
Hear me on radio  live vocally do edits 
E Swift scratchin and threading  with supreme
[Wyclef (Lauryn Hill)] 
Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp uh! Ah!) 
Yo, It never stops, what?! 
We comin' back! (Murder that boy!)
work mega-swiftly with an S-950
Or MPC-60, so when it's fat ideas hit me
Don't fuck with beat product', head got a built in four track
Use sixteen,
I take, heavy darts that shake
It's all cake, all fate, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the drill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with
locks
And Women make love to other Women
It's the pillage, your Mother's Sons
No more cold war, it be the poor ones
No radio play, from the hallway
self made niggas don't wanna do it by themselves
I looked to the hills, someone's coming for help
And he gave me the will when there was nothing left
out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny
Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt
I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill
your country needs some killing done
Go do it now boy"

The war itself is bad enough,
It can break you down no matter how tough
But the tragedy of all
reppin' Jersey
But now it's no secret
If the thought of jump off doin it makes you so heated nigga so be it
But certain beef will be handeled if you're
Hill 
I'm doin' it well, I'm doin' it swell 
Yeah 

[Chorus]
Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed 
MTV level three when I fly on BET
by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

When I step to the plate