[Intro]
(That's Chucks)
(Ayy what? Ayy what? Ah, hold on, nah, Honeywoodsix)
[Chorus: Potter Payper]
Still got it on me, gotta duck them jakes
They wanna run in my place, put a gun in my face
Still, I can't get no rest or peace
It's only right I practise what I preach
This is for my bruddas doing pull-ups on the yard in Hell
Just come back from court 'cause they denied his bail
Best keep your gun and keep your brief
Cah there ain't no love in these streets
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Ain't no love in these–, yeah
For the members on that four yard
Niggas screaming "Free him," but ain't doing shit to help him
I just left the lawyer, let him dig inside the Goyard
Hе pulled out $50K and told me evеrything is velvet
All the shit that I been going through
You ain't felt it how I felt it, but I don't want you to
Niggas say they on my helmet, I'ma hold you to it
Double up the boffee cup, it's full of motor fluids
He out here loafing, I'ma throw it to him (Why?)
He did the same when I was leaking, feel I owe it to him
You know the movement
Her baby died in front of the cot so you know she moving
His barrel full of dead opposition, you know they losing
We up, gang
(That's Chucks)
(Ayy what? Ayy what? Ah, hold on, nah, Honeywoodsix)
[Chorus: Potter Payper]
Still got it on me, gotta duck them jakes
They wanna run in my place, put a gun in my face
Still, I can't get no rest or peace
It's only right I practise what I preach
This is for my bruddas doing pull-ups on the yard in Hell
Just come back from court 'cause they denied his bail
Best keep your gun and keep your brief
Cah there ain't no love in these streets
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Ain't no love in these–, yeah
For the members on that four yard
Niggas screaming "Free him," but ain't doing shit to help him
I just left the lawyer, let him dig inside the Goyard
Hе pulled out $50K and told me evеrything is velvet
All the shit that I been going through
You ain't felt it how I felt it, but I don't want you to
Niggas say they on my helmet, I'ma hold you to it
Double up the boffee cup, it's full of motor fluids
He out here loafing, I'ma throw it to him (Why?)
He did the same when I was leaking, feel I owe it to him
You know the movement
Her baby died in front of the cot so you know she moving
His barrel full of dead opposition, you know they losing
We up, gang
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