U Gotta Love It Lyrics - The Lost Tapes - Nas

Real conversation for that ass 

(Its what they want) Huh 

(Its what they want) What you said, can't hear you man 

(Its what they want) Speak the fuck up 

(Its what they want) Word (Its what they want) 

[Nas] 

Nastradumas, astrologic, know when I rep 

Flow when I'm set, got the chips to a lotus my whip 

Gold on my neck was once a code of respect 

For high rollers and vets 

Now its loads of baguettes, prefer a mack-10 over a tech 

No matter sober or wet, I smack soldiers, cadets 

Trees that might eject my hype back 

Famous phrase "Nigga light that" 

Hoes you fuck, ask you where your ice at, dun 

Its all about playboys, when we was young 

Can only get tongue, then finally we can cum 

Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's 

Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro 

From bottles, to seven in your hand 

To fake pepsi's to get to the crack, unscrew the can 

Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it 

We got it if the fiends want it 

The whole block singing the same theme "Don it" 

Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket 

If its ice work, I'm gonna truck it 

You gotta love it, you gotta love it 

[Chorus] 

(Its what they want) fuck it 

(Its what they want) you gotta love it 

(Its what they want) fuck it 

(Its what they want) you gotta love it 

(Its what they want) fuck it 

(Its what they want) you gotta love it 

(Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) 

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[Nas] 

Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist 

Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of bitches 

Hung up my riches, her childest wishes 

Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes 

Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough 

Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo' 

So when your click roll, I let my clips go, Niggas on opposite polls 

I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole 

Inhuman, living hostile opposed 

To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes 

Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in suburbans with liquor 

Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas 

See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference 

Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens 

You can't be a kingpin when you snitching 

Regardless, we still make you a target 

We shoot you and chill, chrome objects 

Hit you in your projects, its street anomics 

This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics 

Miserable cats, hunger painting 

Get off your ass, stop complaining 

My crew be in Montego Bay margariting 

While you home, waiting your arraignment 

This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment 

Now back in the hood, certain cats they wanna kill me 

They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me 

You gotta love it, you gotta love it 

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[Chorus] 

(Its what they want) fuck it 

(Its what they want) you gotta love it 

(Its what they want) fuck it 

(Its what they want) you gotta love it 

(Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want)