Cormega - Love In, Love Out Lyrics
(Verse 1)When I came home from jail we was brothersYour beef was my beefRemeber that time with Butta on your video setWhen he was talkin' bout shootin'If you don't pay him, then I got into itSon you gave me a hundred dollars when I came homeI didn't complain I wasn't in it to gainYou my nigga when you hot and when the temperature changedNow we enemies, 'til we enter the graveWhen I got signed to Def Jam I offered you ten grandYou said you didn't want it, then you started acting funnyIt started with the cover of YSBA picture of The Firm, everyone except meThen my voice disappeared off La FamiliaThat's when it was clear to me there wasn't no real loveI was out The Firm, unless I signed a production dealWhich I didn't do cus son, that wasn't realI was never jealous of youIn fact I was proud of youI smiled when I heard you on "Live at the Barbeque"I respect you as an artist thou I'm no longer fond of youI gave you love from the heart unlike the people surrounding you(Chorus)Love in, Love outNowaways is no honor, only dramaYour friend today can be your enemy tomorrowNever show weakness, tell 'em no secretsWhat's deep is, I had love for youBut due to situations, I can't ***** with youTrust is a luxury I can't affordBetrayal's something that I can't ignore(Verse 2)My love is realSome earn it, some are unworthySome, walk in the prescence of men with thoughts to hurt meAnd wonder why I throw shade and stay to myselfCus I'm me, plus I'm not betraying myselfI'm free from the burden of extending my handTo my man's that don't deserve itI only trust famWhen I was locked up, you was doing you excluded meYou should be happy now that I'm doing meNiggas, acting like I won't give up a habitI got a question: Who came to spank weight empty handed?You smile in my face yet your eyes reveal the hateNext time you talk about me, mention I ain't fakeI'm living my dream, live yoursI gave sweat and tearsYou didn't even buy my CD, you say you my man? (uh)You so jealous your emotions make you carelessI hope when you hear this it makes you think before you staringAt your last I hear you scheemin'I'm reading you your last rightGet your mind off primitive thoughts and get your cats rightI'm not limited, without rap I'd still be gettin' itYours truly, the dealer / lyricist(Chorus)
