Love (Hidden Track)

[Benzino]:

'Zino, uh

Young Yellow

Old star

From Boston to NY

We do it for the

(Love)

Purple haze, Philly blunts, niggas on the corner

Semi-auto weapons, with the red scope on it

Niggas don't want it, my dawgs we do it for the

(Love)

Fly bitches, ponytails, jeans fit just right

Get brains on the nine o' clock flight

That this is for them niggas up in Walpole

Norfolk, Nashua, South Bay, shit

You know them niggas get

(Love)

For them Hang Man 3, cause they got love for me

I rap for them, they do the same for me

I got (love) for them hustlers that be throwin' them dice

All my hood rich niggas on the block with ice

I got (love) for the deceased that died for the cause

For everybody in the jailhouse locked behind bars

I got (love) for them ladies in Victoria thongs

That ain't afraid to hold me down with the shit go wrong

See it's like (love) when I be blazin' up a ounce a hyro

Ride through the projects and there's no five-o

That's (love) sittin' in the court with a grin on my face

Hundred thousand dollars put up so I can beat this case

You know that's (love) niggas workin' with the Feds, that's rife

Got ya man twenty-five to life motherfucker

That be -- (love)

--I got -- for the blunt smokers, the wood smokers

Dutch smokers, even you green leaf rollers

I got (love) for my Timberland boots, Burberry suits

Plenty of loot, topless coupes

I got (love) for my grandmom's, my little brother

For the youth in the struggle, together we'll get tougher

(Love) All my niggas get

(Love) All my bitches get

(Love) Scream

(Love) L-O (Love) 'Zino (Love, love)

We got (love) for them bastard children

Stealin' them buildin's, postin' the block, tryin' to touch million

That's (love)

For my people, workin' hard at night

Run the graveyard shift, gotta get that money, right

You know it's (love) when I send my boy commensary

A Playboy magazine and picture of Halle Berry

That's (love) when I let you hold my nine, bring it back

Chicks where you at, you ain't gotta be a diamond stack

We got (love) for them baby mama strippers

Cause baby dad ain't in the picture, don't worry we there with ya

It's all (love) when the 'dro is lit

We got everybody laughin', chokin' and shit

Now that's (....love)

This is for my niggas who ain't here

Pour the Remi out, shed light, on incarcerated tears

Who got (love)

For the Juvi's in detention halls

Just hit me collect and I'm exceptin' the call

Cause that's (love)

From these Boston, Mass bandits

Haters can't stand it, and that's exactly how we planned it

Show me (love)

All my hoods get (love)

C'mon

All my peoples get (love)

(Love, love, love, love)

Holla

Yo, all my niggas get (love)

All my bitches get (love)

Show us love (love, love...)

Show us love (love, love..)

'Zino (love, love...)

Our family get (love)

All the world get, show us love (love, love...)

Scream (love, love...)

Holla (love, love...

Show us love (love, love...)