Where Is the Love

Where is the love?

Where is the love?

Nobody loves me, but I prefer to keep it like that

'Cause most friends are falsified trying to steal out your stack

So I keep my partners to a minimum even though I know half can't be trusted

The only feeling in the world might steal your girl if I know flesh was lusted

Nigga, now who was to blame for the pain 'cause fucking with me, nigga, you get sprayed

Hardheaded that's like fucking a bitch with no condom and knowing that hoe got AIDS

Better be smart, better keep your distance

Ain't got elements from loose leaf pages

When I'm going off in the rage of furious chambers of twin gauges

My calico murders offending my mind and my mind is so ready to click

Better freeze, better not breathe all I want is the money

Remember you dead if you twitch, 'cause I'm a killer that's killing for cash

I show no car crash when I'm stealing your stash

Don't fill in the streets because I'm too fast

But never revealing what's under my mask

I'm making a dash, I jump in the Hoover and I smash

With a foot on the gas and then I'm off in the night

A nigga was buried alive

But he really should of died dig him up his coffin too tight

A nigga was showing a Busta love, but now it's hunting for a Busta season

And he can't be the reason, to run in your crib and leave you bleeding

Where is the love?

Where is the love?

Where is the love?

Where is the love?

The question at hand is

Where's your motherfucking love?

I'm do like that boy ID said

I'm showing love to the ones that showed love back

Fuck friends, so Mexican D Grady

You know where your love at

I was raised to never let em see me sweat

And how to dodge bullets never let em hit my chest

I saw the ways of the wise and how to live in peace

But fate said we got to stand and fight the beast with open eyes

Which means I got to keep my Glock, on a day to day basis

Always protect my self and no more catching murder cases

Niggas will try to erase me and that's a fact, but if I got to go

Nigga, I'll be damned if my trigger finger isn't pulling back

I had niggas I was real with and use to chill with

Now they coming to me with the drama that I can't deal with

I think they out to get me but I can't let 'em, just like Pac and Spice 1

The jealous got me strapped, so when I go to spraying I'ma wet him

I had love for y'all, I use to cut for y'all

Nigga we was family I shed blood for y'all

But now you hate me cause of my progress, you want me dead

I'm waiting on you niggas you know my address

But if my name is on the bullet and I die, you got to

Lay it down one day guess who gone be waiting on the other side

Go on and pull your pistol from your belt, but no man

Can take my life away from me until I lay it down my damn self

Tried to kill me once and paralyze my mobility

Now that I can walk again don't even think about getting me

Not saying I won't die, you hoes can try to murder me and get me

And if I kick the fuck it nigga, fuck it you kicking it with me

Cause I'ma be drama best to put to the rest cause you don't understand

That I ain't down with dying at the hands of another man

Where is the love?

Where is the love?

Where is the love?