Thug Love

[Chorus] I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip, we get rich Love for my disciples, love for my lords Pitchforks and five stars, street soldiers for sure Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico ! S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast Love the everyday hustling, bustling, muscling but what When we war, we stay struggling [Treach] I got a plan, a pound, a payment; let's roll I'm seeing red, the blue, the brown, black, and gold Time to stand as one and snatch back the soul Gangsters, we all can jack back control Got the bitches coming with the booty and bubbly Time to discuss streets 'cause shit got ugly I thought they all facing enemy to enemy Cause ain't a motherfucking thing here industry Who in here banging over money, or a bitch that you ain't sure to get Or soon as you get it, split it Over a block that's hot, or a chain that he got The nigga he popped, or over the dimes that HE dropped Either way we got a bil' a day Cause nowadays it's kids that spray, they feel that way And if we chill and wait, and don't delibirate You see they feel that way, and then they kill that way [Chorus] [Vinnie] I love my niggas to the death of me I think it's my motherfucking destiny My homies bringing out the best in me Shout to my people out on the streets who don't be stressing me See what you fake niggas can't feel Is that the real recognize real Niggas who rob and steal, could give a fuck about image and sex appeal So when they see you on the streets (Nigga you know the deal) hey yo these so-called gangsters, as so-called hard I seen 'em rolling with a million man entourage But then they still get touched on by the law That makes me think, what the fuck they even hired 'em for You see we all in the same gang Because we've all hit the same thang But now it's time niggas game changed And while he's sleeping calling us 'lost souls' We send a million O.G.'s straight to the pole [Chorus] [Treach: x2] You got my back, I got yo' back You got yo' strap, I got my strap We got it, and you know it We got it, and you know it [Treach] As our people with a purpose, see the shit surface They get us, 'cause the feds is the nigga you do the dirt with Sick of pleading 'Your Honor' fuck you, contempt on getting calmer Sick of these warrants, and drinking and driving drama Time to, get connected, and stop making them records Bout slanging and banging, but they can't hold it when it get hectic A lot of niggas live soft and act hard A lot of rappers be claiming they be gangsters but trackstars A lot of cops kick ass, for quick cash, and fast cars The bottom of the beaten niggas with the last scars I'ma do Diallo, I feel dog he was hollow If we don't fight today, it's nothing to fight for tomorrow [Chorus: x2]