Non Phixion - If You Got Love Lyrics
{*Pete Rock scratches various samples at the beginning*[Verse One]I used to be a piece of shit 'til I dropped it, (?) convictStraight projects, prophets, that's the objectHunger pains spit the beef out, I kick the teeth outWe Non Phixion, up in the club with heaters outNo doubt, insanity the motive, I'm never brokeBody strapped with explosives, suicide bat ya team poseursTeenybops rock Tachini tops and arm holstersLookin like feds in posters, devils and brokersI got a lot of love, but if you want hate, I got a lot of gunsYou want crack?I got a lot of drugs, it's kinda buggedthe way the world can make a righteous man turn savageI try to be peaceful but the world prefer madnessAnd I'm a business man, supply and demandMake you feel like when your fam get in a shootout and your man die in your handsMost dangerous rap group, any question that I ask youThug be the answer to the question that's the truth[Chorus]If you got love for your mom - that's Non PhixionIf you got love for your dogs - that's Non PhixionIf you got love for the Gods - that's Non PhixionWhat?That's Non Phixion - What?That's Non PhixionIf you got love for your peeps - that's Non PhixionIf you got love for your seeds - that's Non PhixionIf you got love for the streets - that's Non PhixionWhat?That's Non Phixion - What?That's Non Phixion[Verse Two]BK to Mount Vernon, money-earnin non-stopI lost a lot of people, I "Reminisce" with Pete RockGunnin through public housing, some brothers never get outI got love for my dawgs, now it's time to break the ***** outWe pealed out, that's when I dumb out, three on the hipI don't kick bars, I spit scars, shit that I liveAnd all you platinum cats, I'm about to run in ya fridgeWe all about food, belly up, two in ya ribsAin't doin a bid; nah I'd rather hang from a sheetIt's all love son, prove and let my man speakTruth is, you never know when it's your time to goWe all famous and we got files, lettin you know[Chorus][Verse Three]Aiyyo I seen it all from what the truth should be to what the truth isI think America been tryin to kill me for two yearsBut I'm still alive, arrive under heavy surveillanceEyes be some ol' tel-lie-vision cameras, platinum gangster anthemsMake the world wanna grab the magnum and BUSTAll we got is us, our family's the only one we trustChronic and coke, smoke spearmints, study pyramidsDope in the heroin syringe when you hearin thisI'm like a near death experienceI open up your eyes and your minds to the lies they be givin usIf we don't kill them, they killin usAnd I'm ready to die, but they still can't kill the love[Chorus]{*Pete Rock scratches to end*
