Letras
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Now first the Hotboys breakup
When Juvenile wake and realize
He ain't getting dough
B.G., Turk and Fresh they dipped Next
When they looked at they checks
And did the math like I know I went Gold
It be the people you know
It's on Wayne now to make the block hot
I gotta call it how I see it dog
How could I not?
It only makes sense and I was always
Taught to be sensible
You can substitute the teacher
But never the principal
Look it's meant for you to struggle
It's meant for you to grind
You work overtime, it builds up over Time
It's something sweet about the Process
It taste like honey
Man that processed honey just don't
Taste right to me
We know that team work
Makes the dream work
When everybody on the team
Put the dream first - church
One hand wash the other
Both hands wash the face
Before you clean your plate
Say your grace, Aye man where's the love
Ain't no love in the heart of the city
Ain't no love in the heart of town
Ain't no love in the heart of the city
I said ain't no love in the heart of town
And then the Lunatics break up
Cause Leezy ain't have his cake up
Taking shots at Nelly It's ugly it Needs makeup
And that overshadow everything
They ever gave us
Them brothers were wearing Jacob's
I'm wishing they would've saved up
I pray for your growth
Cause when it gets hard, a man will
Start his own fire
Before he ask for a spark
It might take longer to start
You might not see it as smart
But something bout your manhood
That come alive in the dark
And that's the challenge
The real challenge is to find a balance
Learn to separate your ego