time Than conversation with somebody Where the sun don't shine There's lots of people I can be around And not pretend That I've been everywhere before And I call 'em my friends, friends
Traduzione: Love Spit Love. Amici.
(feat. Chris Ward, Godfather) [Godfather:] When the guns clack-clack, it ain't love Fat Pat Where them boys from the ghetto, put the South on the map
acts of waste I see you compensate for your Dead weight Dead weight Dead weight Dead weight I see your eyes turn black I see your lips spit plaque I see your mouth eat love
with Brother Marquis All hoes let my record show All my bitches come back for more It must be the way I throw my thang It must be the way I spit my game
watch me clown and have these hoochie hoes spreadin' eagle I mash on these hookers 'cause my game is lethal Potent baby, 'cause I gots to have it A end my friend
to the fullest Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets (All he wanted was to be a thug) Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
My mom and dem don't like ya, my friends all think you triflin, but I don't feel quite like them, in fact I'm out to spite them, the love we share is
the fuck you is No what I'm saying you know what time it is man (get no love) Fuck all yall niggas (no love) we don't give a fuck about none of y'all
real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit'? platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it that I could blow
friends At first you fail, try, try, try, try again I'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it its crazy You love it, admit it, you like
outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
dick? nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit'? platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it that
many men die Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high Here's a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends Your enemies remain the same friends always
me lyrically inclined Shit I ain't even got to try to shine God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit
and I got you girl) You don't even know my name (Keep it thuggin' and I got you girl) But then why'd you spit my game (Keep it thuggin' and I got you
really mean that Holla at the homie if you ready to change Your lifestyle Cuz i'm livin in a differ-ent game (Off top) [Jazze Pha- Chorus] [8Ball] I spit