love and hate / don’t matter lyrics – lloyd banks

love and hate / don’t matter

[starts off with the beat of mobb deep & 50cent’s: “tight”.]

[verse 1: {dj whoo kid}]
uh! – full speed ahead to the pounds
i daily double the dollar that’s why i ain’t been around. (ugh!)
round here n*gg*s wake up. wake up! cut the cake up! [police sirens]
frontin’! – and get your face cut end tatted in permenanent make up. {let’s go! }
if they hit you in your “en” tat’ rather see n*gg*s brake up (“aa-aa-aa-aa- alchemist!”)
no shotgun; i’ll run over you with the same truck.
attire marked sweater cause it’s the unit forever
the kush match the chedder; and i’m on italian leather. {whooooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
diamond and bring whoever, my moma done put together
a f*cking masterpiece from back streets to foreign weather.
athletes don’t ball better – +top 5+ i said it!
my life’s the sh*t! – all i hear is credit or debit.
i inherit! (uh!) – the issues of the n*gg*s i get bread with
respect it! – vice or versa – not the type to be messed with.
check it i just want the check! – b*tch i ain’t tryna cuddle
with ya i just want your neck – take what you can get! (hahahaha!) (ugh!)

[chorus:]
love or hate, it don’t matter!
matter fact i’m bigger than that – i’m flattered!
i’ve had it with these n*gg*s. automatic to these n*gg*s. (uh!)
alota sh*t been through here – but we have to be the realest. [shot]
n*gg*s feel this! – queens the home of the cop killas (queens!)
gorillas – with hair, twin triggers and chinchillas! (uh!)
backs back to back head crack top billas!
you n*gg*s won’t eat till we finished! (finished!) [police sirens]

[verse 2:]
i don’t ride spinners! – i pull up on steels cause confusion (hahh!)
a six will make ’em poke out they eyes – like houston!
a far model coupen, i been everywhere that you been,
broke everybone of cuban that heat will make you remove ’em! (whooo!) [shot]
you snoozin’! – i stay fully dressed – steady moving!
dutches full of mourn in my new pelle-pelle cruisin’. (ugh!)
he can jump him on a boat down, i don’t know what the h*ll he proven
pro’ly a c*ke or dope – or both? – hard to choose one!
the ghetto targets you young m*ssage and get you sprung
you ain’t thinking bout new kicks – you want a new gun. (new gun!)
a reputation and armor chest!
and hope the sh*t you did don’t come back, another karma death!
yes! (yes!) i’m smooth enough to charm a saint
i’m what these frauds will ain’t! – man the sh*t that be on they arm be fake!
fake n*gg*s die slow as they should go!
they hate me in the industry, but love me in the hood though! (sooooo?)

[chorus:]
love or hate, it don’t matter!
matter fact i’m bigger than that – i’m flattered!
i’ve had it with these n*gg*s. automatic to these n*gg*s. (uh!)
alota sh*t been through here – but we have to be the realest. [shot]
n*gg*s feel this! – queens the home of the cop killas (queens!)
gorillas – with hair, twin triggers and chinchillas! (uh!)
backs back to back head crack top billas!
you n*gg*s won’t eat till we finished! (finished!)

[outro:]
n*gg* we the realest. [scratching]
i think these dumb n*gg*s forgot! [scratching]
time to remind em

[verse 3:]
we on it all day now so you don’t wana play clown
my goons will spin the ‘k round you’ll run like a greyhound. (whooo!)
this is dedicated to n*gg*s that stay down,
in this cold world were theyll buck through a playground.
real n*gg*s don’t stay down, they bounce up!
smoke ah ounce up do dirt and keep their mouth shut! (ssssshh!)
we bring the club in f*ck the house up,
somebody burnt the couch up now i’m kicking them out. f*ck! [gunshot] [beat stops] {d*mn!}

/ lloyd banks lyrics