Indef - First They Love You lyrics

[Intro: Bishop Lamont] Jeah! We tapin'? Hallelujah. We tapin'. We tapin' the crowd man Wanna say 'What up? ' to the N.C. namean? Little Brother Justice League, I see you It's no wonder why they call you 9th Wonder man I understand clearly It's NC to CA. Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah. Wu-Tang This right here, I'm takin' it back with this one right here Of course got to. Feel like 36 Chambers all over again It's Bishop man. The game is so empty right now Oh yeah. Everybody on that glamor and glitz Empty a** fake rap sh** Everybody talkin' bout how much they love the game They really just love the fame. They bout the money Only giving praises to God in they speeches when they gettin' rewards Now that sh** ain't right. You know [Hook] When you make it to the top Got the chickens on your jock E'rybody always say they "love you" But when your next album flop and you 'bout to get dropped That's when you find out they don't really "love you" Rappers talk about stacks in they hoods in they raps But they don't give back, they don't "love you" Got a thug in your life, beat you up every night God damn boo, he don't really "love you" [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] When I ride in my ride I don't listen to the radio Cause n***as spit that same ole', same ole', lazy flow Ever since T.I., everybody samples Jay-Z's flow Like swell, awe hell, he might as well direct the video And when you go to pose, you might as well yell "Hov" Borrow some of his clothes and borrow some of his flows These albums should come with pillows cause all I do is doze I be sleepin' cause wack n***as ain't reachin' Me with what they speakin' n***a I ain't preachin' (naw) I'm just talkin' sh** Cause n***a I'm pissed I miss that Artifacts, Tribe Called and Boot Camp Clik That Black Sheep, Camp Lo and Souls Of Mis That Pharcyde and Freestyle Fellowship (what up P?) The U.M.C.'s "Blue Cheese", n***as that was the sh** Boogiemonsters, X-Clan, boy how could I forget? Man, this rap now-a-days be on some real bullsh** [Hook] [Verse 2: Pr1me] I hit 'em with a stiff hard and stiff dick And you can never play and old dog with new tricks You stink like Nesquick, you never had a chance I wrote the circumstance Had you glancin' my advance Knew how to sing and dance The way I'm feelin' relationships are feather weight So "Where Is The Love" like Will.I.am and Timberlake? Allow me to demonstrate, can never calculate what we create Keep me here forever, let me elaborate To jackin' the Coke Push man was set on the dope Temp rhymin' fresh on the stove When they was doubtin' the flow You b**hes wasn't try to holler, you was glad I was broke Until you heard my pen was deadlier than second hand smoke Uh And momma said I need a job with the union Now I'm famous Performin' at my family reunions, what an an*s So hanis like I'm high off d** If this fame wasn't here would I still feel the love? [Hook] [Verse 3: Indef] Yeah, uh ba*tard son as I chase no love I found music When KRS was in the Bronx sellin' d** Before extravagant tattoo's and dubs Fake n***as Overflow with thick hoes and pro clubs The fascination of crack I rap f**ed up 13 year old girls wantin' they tits touched up The image of perfection got pressure on young And can't say they time tables, know how to load a gun Know how to run from reality and one time Scene so familiar like the generation befo' mine Strays be hittin' babies, before Columbine Lunch line, I used to hit the? with a rusty nine So I could slip home in one piece My grand momma loves me and trust me kids it's lovely I guess now more than ever, brought me to this War dog, new west, so children follow this [Hook]