Nas: You gotta love it

[Az] This is what they want [Nas] What you say? [Az] This is what they want [Nas] Can't hear you man [Az] This is what they want [Nas] Speak the fuck up...What! Nastradamus, skama lit Know when I wreck Flow when I'm set I got the chips to make a lotus my whip Gold on my neck was once a code of respect For highrollers and becks, now its those of braguettes Prefer a mack 10 over a tech No matter sober or wet, I smack soldier condects Trees it might've jacked my hype back Famous phrase "nigga light that" Hoes that you fuck asking where your ice at Dun, its all about playboys when we were young Could only get tongue, then finally we could cum Bustin hoes, gazzling 4-0's Crack blitz in 86, you turned hustling pro >From bottles to holding seven in your hand To pay debts, to get to the crack, unscrew the can Gleam blunted hundred sack embowed with a seam on it We got it if the fiends want it The whole block singing the same theme "dawn it" Fuck it too many crabs in a bucket If its icework, I'm gonna chuck it Fuck it, you gotta love it Chorus: [Az] This is what they want [Nas] Fuck it! You gotta love it Repeat 3 times Some girls get emotional, fanatic extremis Compulsive with malice incentives The foulest of bitches, hung on my riches, her childish wishes Be suspicous, of those sleeping with fishes Them hoes, conspicuous and it shows Tricking his doe, kicking his flow, slipping you fold So when your clique roll, I let my clips go, niggas on opposite poles I got that confidence sewed, for those locked in a hole In humane living hostile opposed, to live on the streets Proper from my top to my toes, aeropostale my clothes Burning niggas in surburbans with liquor Prosperous foes, finicky foul niggas See niggas and blacks 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 in jail, chrome objects hit you in your own projects It's street economics, this rhyme was edited, credited, thru ebonics Miserable cats, hunger paining Get off your ass stop complaining My crew be in Montego Bay migrating Marinating while you home waiting your arraignment This thuglife you claimed it, I made millions of entertainment Now back in the hood certains cats, they wanna kill me They icegrill me, but on the low they feel me You gotta love it.....