Love In Love Out Lyrics - Cormega

(Verse 1) 

When I came home from jail we was brothers 

Your beef was my beef 

Remeber that time with Butta on your video set 

When he was talkin' bout shootin' 

If you don't pay him, then I got into it 

Son you gave me a hundred dollars when I came home 

I didn't complain I wasn't in it to gain 

You my nigga when you hot and when the temperature changed 

Now we enemies, 'til we enter the grave 

When I got signed to Def Jam I offered you ten grand 

You said you didn't want it, then you started acting funny 

It started with the cover of YSB 

A picture of The Firm, everyone except me 

Then my voice disappeared off La Familia 

That's when it was clear to me there wasn't no real love 

I was out The Firm, unless I signed a production deal 

Which I didn't do cus son, that wasn't real 

I was never jealous of you 

In fact I was proud of you 

I smiled when I heard you on "Live at the Barbeque" 

I respect you as an artist thou I'm no longer fond of you 

I gave you love from the heart unlike the people surrounding you 

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(Chorus) 

Love in, Love out 

Nowaways is no honor, only drama 

Your friend today can be your enemy tomorrow 

Never show weakness, tell 'em no secrets 

What's deep is, I had love for you 

But due to situations, I can't fuck with you 

Trust is a luxury I can't afford 

Betrayal's something that I can't ignore 

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(Verse 2) 

My love is real 

Some earn it, some are unworthy 

Some, walk in the prescence of men with thoughts to hurt me 

And wonder why I throw shade and stay to myself 

Cus I'm me, plus I'm not betraying myself 

I'm free from the burden of extending my hand 

To my man's that don't deserve it 

I only trust fam 

When I was locked up, you was doing you excluded me 

You should be happy now that I'm doing me 

Niggas, acting like I won't give up a habit 

I got a question: Who came to spank weight empty handed? 

You smile in my face yet your eyes reveal the hate 

Next time you talk about me, mention I ain't fake 

I'm living my dream, live yours 

I gave sweat and tears 

You didn't even buy my CD, you say you my man? (uh) 

You so jealous your emotions make you careless 

I hope when you hear this it makes you think before you staring 

At your last I hear you scheemin' 

I'm reading you your last right 

Get your mind off primitive thoughts and get your cats right 

I'm not limited, without rap I'd still be gettin' it 

Yours truly, the dealer / lyricist 

(Chorus)