[Produced by Godfather Don & V.I.C.]
[Verse 1]
What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid
When the cops came, you should've slid to my crib
Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done
Plus congratulations, you know, you got a son
I heard he looks like ya, why don't ya lady write ya?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flippin', talkin' 'bout he acts too rough
He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff
I was like, yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
Fuckin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach
It's bugged, plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime
Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry nines
And night time is more trife than ever
What up with Cormega? Did you see him, are y'all together?
If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet
I left a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my nigga when push came to shove, one what? One Love
[Chorus: Sadat X]
One L, to the O-V-E
Representin' kids on lockdown from stress on the street
One L, to the O-V-E
It's all real, watch the feds, son, duck that shield
One L, to the O-V-E
Representin' kids on lockdown from stress on the street
One L, to the O-V-E
It's all real, I got to hustle, son, my kid need a meal
[Verse 1]
What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid
When the cops came, you should've slid to my crib
Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done
Plus congratulations, you know, you got a son
I heard he looks like ya, why don't ya lady write ya?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flippin', talkin' 'bout he acts too rough
He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff
I was like, yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
Fuckin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach
It's bugged, plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime
Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry nines
And night time is more trife than ever
What up with Cormega? Did you see him, are y'all together?
If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet
I left a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my nigga when push came to shove, one what? One Love
[Chorus: Sadat X]
One L, to the O-V-E
Representin' kids on lockdown from stress on the street
One L, to the O-V-E
It's all real, watch the feds, son, duck that shield
One L, to the O-V-E
Representin' kids on lockdown from stress on the street
One L, to the O-V-E
It's all real, I got to hustle, son, my kid need a meal
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