Where's The Love Lyrics - Nas

At times I window watch at the Wynn hotel 

Lots of thinking happens in life, will I win or fail? 

Mind of a shooter, CFO also 

Ethiopian food flown in, it's unlawful 

Money is attractive, honey dress strapless 

Agent Provocateur underwear: she's classic 

Stroll up in the party: titanium black car 

Romanian ladies like Casablanca, Casbah 

'Cept we in the VIP area, that's ours 

You know the real rap gods, typical trap star turned rap star 

These old heads got stories, the days they was kings 

I pray secret indictments don't take away their dreams 

You 16, you could do 20, come home young 

Catch 20 years when you 40? Holmes, you're done 

What have we become? Rap stars from trap stars 

Black gods to Ansars to Sunnis back to goonies 

A 360 in the streets real grizzly 

Shooters is cold, kid, the old shit was learning 

Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans roll with 

Toasters to pop your medullas off of your shoulders 

This ain't the Truman Show 

It's the human show 

Ask the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle 

Chewing on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you 

It's U.S.A. against the gangsta, where's the love? 

Love, I'll trade you love 

I've traded fire with you long enough 

Is that all you brung? It's not love 

That's fucked up, but I saved your soul 

Roll that up 

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Sometimes I sit on the bench just to watch the game 

Feet on cement, there ain't a mobster living I could name 

Who made it out rich, in his absence I do not proclaim 

To not have a heart like wild animals not tamed 

Maybe just a typical thug nigga was my rank 

'Cept I had a vision above niggas, what I think 

It's crazy how many brothers come from where I come from 

Some made it out big, some dead, some unsung 

Shots for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up 

Younger generation, they want to mimic and mock us 

Laughing, separating themselves like they not us, like 

"Cops'll look at you like they look at me? That's preposterous" 

Ain't it gangsta how your man made it? I'm humble 

One gun, one crazy ass nigga, that's Jungle 

Now we having babies, cause growing up it was just us 

No uncles or cousins to fight with us, we was fucked up 

But still it was beautiful, the love is mutual 

Even though me and Jung ain't show up to your funeral 

I hold your son hand, tell him he the man, we love you 

Your pops was king, you have a whole lot to live up to 

The G is in your genes, already you tuck 

Inherit your dad's swag, it's George Jefferson's strut 

Stay flyest, they gon' want to know what in your diet 

Don't be surprised if they want to check your shit and your vomit 

Tell them you let it marinate, they swear you made them a promise 

No matter what they do, you just stay a man of honor 

I'm a street corner nigga, New York Knicks loyalist 

Corona sipper, pass it out, might blow it with you 

It ain't the Truman show 

It's the human show 

Ask the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle 

Chews on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you 

Young brother go and get your paper, I got love 

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Love, I'll trade you love 

I've traded fire with you long enough 

Is that all you brung? It's not love 

That's fucked up, but I saved your soul 

Roll that up 

Roll that up