Where My Love At? Lyrics - Too Phat

Verse 1 

Listen... 

It's been like 

One fourth of a score 

And I ain't glad at all 

'Cause I been facin' 

More bull than a matador 

And ever since 

The success of Plan B 

Alotta people think 

It's been candy 

Sweet and dandy 

It can be 

Minus all the envy 

And all these underground cats 

Wanna slam me 

Yeah I admit I been quiet 

But off that I'm tired 

You got beef? 

I'll fry it 

Now which motherlover 

Wanna try it? 

My silence's an act of charity 

And now unmerrily 

I'm forced to stoop down 

To your mentality 

Battle rap was an excuse phrase 

You 'bout to lose face 

The whole sing sing thing 

Was a loose case 

Sing sing's a pen 

Short for penitentiary 

S-G is Singapore 

And Singapore is family 

So tell Kuza 

Which you's a loser 

And if I see her face 

At my show again 

I'll bruise her 

Duality of Styles' 

Diss track was garbage 

Illustrait, garbage 

Souljah Boo, fat garbage 

And praise the Lord 

The mentions are kept minimal 

And when I diss 

I say names 

Buck bein' subliminal 

You asked for my autograph 

Memorized my recitals 

Well last year 

You groupies 

And now you punks rivals? (Please...) 

Illegitimate beef is suicidal 

I still hold the title 

And I'm still your freakin' idol 

Chorus 

Now where my love at? 

I'm askin' young cats 

And all that 

If I ain't phat 

Now what you call that? 

Alotta suckers are mad 

Because I'm all dat 

Yo' blast the track 

Where you ball at 

Verse 2 

Alotta people love 

Us but even some hate 

And the feeling 

When you dealin' wit' 

Dumb hatred's ungreat 

Five years 

I met all kinds of people 

Some minds are simple 

Some kinds just grind your temple 

Critics can suck my *** 

I'm sick with it 

Anonymous diss 

And say another kid did it 

Word is 

Since in the limelight 

Malique can't rhyme right 

But puff that 

This rhyme's tight mate 

Now am I right? 

Or am I right? 

The buck I do 

With my life is my right 

Well everybody sins 

Why mine's the highlight? 

Now reporters stay nosey 

Gossip and rumors 

Life is made humor 

Sicker than brain tumor 

Friends turn to snitches 

Jelly duns is vicious 

Try to set me up 

By hookin' me up with witches 

Now even Joe thinks I'm paranoid 

Cause I got this odd 

Sense of danger every 40 yards 

So I roll with bodyguards 

I swear to God 

If it wasn't for the cream 

I've quit cause I've had 

And done enough for the scene 

Promote the four elements 

Key show performin' 

Foreign land tourin' 

Now doin' a song with Warren 

Kids is stormin' 

Bum rushin' pack shows 

But respect from the scene 

Ain't had those 

Now all fingers up 

Not one, yeah I would love that 

Askin' hip hop heads 

Now where my love at...? 

Chorus (2x) 

Now where my love at? 

I'm askin' young cats 

And all that 

If I ain't phat 

Now what you call that? 

Alotta suckers are mad 

Because I'm all dat 

Yo' blast the track 

Where you ball at 

Verse 3 

Yo... 

I got emotions to let out 

Impossible in two verses 

So here's a third one 

Pardon the curses 

First is first 

Imma make clear 

And state here 

That I ain't start ish 

And won't stop until 

Your eighth tear 

Diss until your mates cheer 

It's retaliation 

The price you pay 

For thinkin' I've eternal patience 

After squashin' beef with Ammo 

I thought it'll be 

Like no problemo 

Until I heard kiddies 

Who dissin' on they demos 

Not just that 

Go on the net 

Phat Fam dissed by Bobby 

Little sick kid 

Who surf porn as a hobby 

14 and racist 

In real life Phlowtron 

Will stomp you on a daily basis 

Alotta internet nerds 

Think they wildin' 

Keystylin' ain't freestylin' 

No timin', no hooks 

No production, no beats, pal 

I rather write dope lyrics 

Than come up with wack freestyles 

I write songs good hearts listen 

The rest start dissin' 

Wit' stanky rhymes 

I call 'em farticians 

Yeah I only mentioned 

Few from the namelist 

Your overnight trick 

Of gettin' famous is the lamest 

Diss the best 

He diss you back 

You get known 

That's obsolete witch 

Work the throne on your own 

But until that day comes 

Kill the bull ish 

And all that 

And realize that deep in your heart 

That's where my love at 

Chorus (2x) 

Now where my love at? 

I'm askin' young cats 

And all that 

If I ain't phat 

Now what you call that? 

Alotta suckers are mad 

Because I'm all dat 

Yo' blast the track 

Where you ball at