Nothin But Love

Uh uh, get your mind right (get your mind right)

What Southsi' for li', West Coast nigga fell it uh

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Coming straight from the heart, cause I got nothing but love

Man it really hurt, cause we done lost another thug

Coming straight from the heart, cause I got nothing but love

Man it really hurt, cause we done lost another thug

Would you ride for your dog, would you die for your dog

Staying side by side, prepare to lose it all

Would you ride for your dog, would you die for your dog

Staying side by side, prepare to lose it all

I'm living life on the run, this is hot pursuit

Nigga lying homies dying, better strap on your boots

I'm the Young Don, you know I do what I do

One of the first ones in the click, since the year 9-2

Now me and Screw, the click you know we started that

It was a three headed monster, with my boy Fat Pat

We was the thoedest, the coldest on this side of town

And all them rookies speaking up, you know they had to bow down

We was profiling freestyling, buck wilding

Making money, had a playa smiling

Keeping it crunk bringing the funk, popping the trunk

Smoking the skunk, a playa don't front

'Fore I lay down to sleep, you know I got's to pray

Cause this life ain't been the same, since we lost P-A

Sometimes I pick it up, just to make a call

Cause my right hand to God, man I miss my dog uh

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We was swanging swoop, in a brand new coupe

This Commission Music Group, we hotter than chicken soup

Would you kill for your homie, would you steal for your homie

Be ready to bust a shot, when they try to run up on me

Would you ride for a thug, would you die for a thug

Be ready to pump a slug, would you see a nigga blood

H-Town to Oakland, the highway smoking

Puffing on some'ing green, that'll bust your chest open

Or trip in the zone, for my homies that's gone

DJ Screw you the king baby, sit on that throne

Mafio Big Steve, don't worry I got it rocking

Just for P-A-T, I'ma keep a top dropping

Long live the name, forever in the game

Letting you boys know, until you feel my pain

Southside for life, baby a playa got pride

East to West Coast, real dogs gon' ride

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Pressure bust the pipes, so that's what I like

Had to master the game, like it's riding a bike

I lost some people man, you know this world is a trip

It got me paranoid, riding with a glock and a clip

I know a lot of people saying, you the last one left

That's why I'm studio bound, keeping some'ing on the shelf

I mash on the gas, with no time to play

Me Pokey and Corleone, plus the H-A-W-K

Tell Poetic just don't sweat it, I'ma drop him a hit

Do it straight from the heart, because I love the click

I got the heart of a hustler, the mind of a G

Dedicating this song, to Screw and P-A-T

I'ma hold it down, until I make it that way

On the last 16, with so much to say

No giving up, this is life on the run

All respect due, from Lil' Keke the Don what

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