8ball & Mjg - Love Hurts lyrics

Eightball: Ain't it funny the things we do to get paid? The sh** we do to show n***as that we ain't afraid Yeah, I got my education on the streets Doin dirt left a n***a with some muddy feet Everyday life brings everyday drama Smokin weed only makes a n***a mind wander So much I could've done, but I didn't do A lot of sh** a n***a never should've went through Trustin another soul with my fate Showed me how easily love can turn to pure hate The road, I know, I came to a fork in it Good or bad, I'm a still be the n***a winnin, NOW But tomorrow ain't guaranteed Maybe I can see the future through my young seeds Plant it, and hope the planet don't damage them It's a thin line, but I'ma get mine CHORUS: Who can you trust? God only knows It's hard to say who you can call friend or foe Money, that's all a n***a will die for So much pain and everybody wants more (x2) MJG: So much pain, drownin my brain, I need a paper towel Wrap it 'round, soak up the strain, I feel safer now Lookin' down the road I've travelled-it's been a bumpy one The walls that I stood on was Humpty Dumpty ones I feel like one of them pieces up in a chess game On the line, defending yours from mine I'm makin moves, attached to strings you can't see If the move seems a little bit awkward, it ain't me Now fony people ride your nuts for dolla signs I bet you drop some cash on the ground, they'd holla "MINE!" You far behind, man I'm way too ahead, I might be gone Think you had some k**ers ridin with you, you're home alone I'm in the zone, meaning space age pimpin, new millenium Holes down deep in the wall, I can't get into them I'm friend to them, real a** n***as and family members What you say, n***a I owe you something? I don't remember CHORUS x2 MJG: (talking) The root of all evil they say, but yet, there's so much evil in all our Roots. Born in a world of a n***a, some knowing, some not knowing. Even So, we've accomplished so much but still we have so far to go. C'mon man We're born hustlers, and together we'll be greater later. Used to die for Freedom... respect... Now we're dying for dope, hoes, and paper... Eightball: I'm guilty of all that sh** and more Questioning life, asking what am I here for? To some, that might seem strange but you dig this Don't get your feelings hurt, personal and business Make 'em average to acheive pimp trick status Lame n***as with no nuts end up embarra**ed Compromise and commercialize, in the eyes of your n***as Selling out to get the prize At the same time, my baby cries I'm on a cell phone In another state doing sound checks Tryin to make my little n***as' lives a little better Than a bulletproof sweater, n***a love hurts MJG: I've been a vet-er-an, in this game I ain't trying to be better than Only as equal, as the better man You can only imagine the ghetto If you ain't raised in it That's where I'm from Childhood glory days in it I wade in it, what? The waters Take me on down the stream, I'm going farther It's still from coast to coast, shore to shore I stand accused of being a pimp, from root to floor Doin' work constantly, thinkin' bout your family As soon as you think it's time to chill God damn it be, time for another project, another dealine Man, we're at the end of this rhyme, and I done said mine CHORUS x2 Music fades out with women singing... My friend, we are one, so please hold on...