Gotta Luv It - Nas

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 high rollers and vets

Now it’s loads of baguettes

Prefer a Mac-10 over a Tec

No matter sober or wet, I smack soldier cadets

Trees that might eject my hype back

Famous phrase «Nigga, light that»

Hoes you fuck ask you: 'Where your ice at, dunn?'

It’s all about Playboys when we was young

Could only get tongue, then finally we could cum

Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's

Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro

From bottles, to seven in your hand

To fake Pepsi’s, to get to the crack, unscrew the can

Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it

We got it if the fiends want it

The whole block singing the same theme «Don it»

Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket

If it’s ice work, I’m gon' truck it

You gotta love it, you gotta love it

(It's what they want) Fuck it, you gotta love it

(It's what they want, huh? It’s what they want)

Fuck it, you gotta love it

(It's what they want, huh?) Fuck it, you gotta love it

Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist

Compulsive, with malice incentives, the foulest of bitches

Hunger my riches, her childish wishes

Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes

Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough

Kicking this flow, slip and you fold

So when your clique roll, I let my clips go

Niggas on opposite poles

I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole

Inhumane, living hostile opposed

To living on the street, proper from my top to my toes

Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in Suburbans with liquor

Preposterous 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-onomics

This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics

Miserable cats, hunger paining

Get off your ass, stop complaining

My crew be in Montego Bay Macarena-ing

Marinating, while you home, waiting your arraignment

This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment

Now back in the hood, certain cats, they wanna kill me

They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me

You gotta love it

Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh?)

Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want)

Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh?)

(It's what they want… it's what they want)