help us Send some guidance from above Cause people got me got me questioning Where is the love? the love the love.. where is the love the love the love
us Send some guidance from above Cause people got me got me questioning Where is the love? the love the love.. where is the love the love the love
mashed down in the fatigues servin' the fiends kill or be killed metal pipes under the sleeve in the city slicker bust checks or puff cess ruffneck love
is talking] [DJ Clue] William nigga Yeah!DJ Clue, Desert Storm, you know how we do things Q-u-double-e- radio And the question of the day, Is
Bring it give it bring it give it A-where we bring it to? Right here, right where? Right here, right where? Right here, right where? Right here, right where? Right here, right where
how a brotha is. Big Willy kids and we really run our jibs. Ladies, breathe easy. Let your man please thee. Uh. Takin' rhymes to another zone. Is your
anymore A man who stood up against The skunk, the kunts, the dogs, the fill, the shit Here is some one who stood up Here is... Yeah! this is it
so what you do is count to three, then click your shoes Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low, straight toe to toe Cause J-Bo is who I
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go Who must I show, to bust my flow Where must I go,
it's sad but it's makin' me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on 'Cause you love me, and I love you more (Verse 1) It's sick
unconscious (Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim draws is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and fulla cars Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw +IS
positions. If victims can't stand the heat, Then stay the fuck out the kitchen. Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean. Itchin, givin suckas plenty space. Have these bitch niggas snitchin. Where
maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin Where is the love? Never quit my ambition to thug Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary Niggaz I used to love
riders inventers because we ain't quiet and watch the G's ride Two of Amerikkkaz Most, straight out the West Coast Bow down fool, this is Death Row Been waitin way too long, bust
-k I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-fucka I'll hit 'em up [Verse 4: Outlawz] I'm from n e w jers. Where plenty of murders occurs No points
street, boy [All] VAMONOS! [Baby Bash] Hit the task, on your ass, boy [All] VAMONOS! [Baby Bash] And we run so fast Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Merciless] We vida locas where