album cover
Love Rap
album cover
Love Rap was released on October 21, 2014 by Poppyseed Music as a part of the album Classic Hip Hop Remixed
ReleasedOctober 21, 2014
LabelPoppyseed Music
LanguageEnglish
BPM96
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

I say a one for the struggle, two for the grind
Come on y'all, let's pop that
Yeah, Jersey City, Rigormortis
You know what it is, Dream Team
Uh, this a throwback here y'all
Let's go
Ayo, yo, I'm one of the few rappers that deserve the cake
Admit it, I don't spit it, I regurgitate
While I'm gettin' this thing poppin', try to curb your hate
To me and my **** out in dirty Jersey straight
It's a wrap now, we sharp as blades, knives and shanks
Here to cut the whole game down, stop your bank
If I ace out, I'll never let you see me stress
I'ma be stickin' **** like I'm givin' TB test
For the cake B, don't mistake we for suckers
'Less you like pain and wanna taste these chukkas
I hate these bluffers, make these fake G's suffer
Clap, clap, take these fuckers
It's Rigor Mor, yeah, they finally let the beast in the door
And he's raw, keep a beef with the law for sure
Come through my hood, better have that vest up under your cloth
Or hear the heater
Go off, go off
It's straight beast y'all, from the streets y'all
Come holla at me on the block but keep it brief y'all
My **** starvin', they ain't got nothin' to eat y'all
Take off the chain or hear the banger
Go off, go off
We straight crooks y'all, love the jux y'all
And all that shit my **** got, my **** took y'all
Tax free, thug money off the books y'all
Tuck in the chain or hear the banger
Go off, go off
I write my rhymes on the toilet 'cause I got a lot of shit on my mind
That's why y'alls ain't gritty as mine
I'ma tell you for the fitty-eth time
Wanna see me, plug your motherfuckin' mics in and get in the line
You might've tried it once or twice, I'm addicted to crime
You ain't greasy, you a cheesy ****, stick with your kind
My **** buck, we never stuck to one particular slime
We done did everything from smoke dust to sniffin' a line
Still you never fit the pants we in, Hudson County champion
I smash him, any other coward in the camp he in
So if you don't like wars then don't talk like it
And if you're not big dogs, don't bark like it
Either get on the ball or get tossed like it
Or we can click four-fours and Air Force Nike it
Just do it, a lot of rappers is soft
And they don't wanna hear the heater
Go off, go off
It's straight beast y'all, from the streets y'all
Come holla at me on the block but keep it brief y'all
My **** starvin', they ain't got nothin' to eat y'all
Take off the chain or hear the banger
Go off, go off
We straight crooks y'all, love the jux y'all
And all that shit my **** got, my **** took y'all
Tax free, thug money off the books y'all
Tuck in the chain or hear the banger
Go off, go off
I'm from the home of the thug cats where ain't no love at
I'm seein' major dough but I'm the same old Rugrat
Might catch me in a hooptie with hubcaps
Or wherever the bitches and clubs at with killers that crumb snatch
And I ain't here to impress kids
I'm worth a million livin' in a project crib 'cause I'm just Rig
Know why I smuggle my lump sum?
The government want some, but we don't give a fuck where I come from
My footprints deep in the street, keep heat
Mobbin' with a bunch of starvin' **** eager to eat
I went from stranded at one time to man of the front line
Did cameos unsigned, goddammit, it's crunch time
And you can tell by the punchlines I wants mine
'Cause I'll be damned if my son grind at lunchtime
No mistakes, I ain't the cat to be crossed
So I'ma back and let the ratchet
Go off, go off
It's straight beast y'all, from the streets y'all
Come holla at me on the block but keep it brief y'all
My **** starvin', they ain't got nothin' to eat y'all
Take off the chain or hear the banger
Go off, go off
We straight crooks y'all, love the jux y'all
And all that shit my **** got, my **** took y'all
Tax free, thug money off the books y'all
Tuck in the chain or hear the banger
Go off, go off
Written by: Bobby Robinson, Gabriel Jackson

Loading...