Non Phixion - If You Got Love

Sample appears at 0:00 Petula Clark - "The Windmills of Your Mind" {*Pete Rock scratches various samples at the beginning*} [Verse One] I used to be a piece of shit 'til I dropped it, (?) convict Straight projects, prophets, that's the object Hunger pains spit the beef out, I kick the teeth out We Non Phixion, up in the club with heaters out No doubt, insanity the motive, I'm never broke Body strapped with explosives, suicide bat ya team poseurs Teenybops rock Tachini tops and arm holsters Lookin like feds in posters, devils and brokers I got a lot of love, but if you want hate, I got a lot of guns You want crack? I got a lot of drugs, it's kinda bugged The way the world can make a righteous man turn savage I try to be peaceful but the world prefer madness And I'm a business man, supply and demand Make you feel like when your fam get in a shootout and your man die in your hands Most dangerous rap group, any question that I ask you Thug be the answer to the question that's the truth [Hook] If you got love for your mom - that's Non Phixion If you got love for your dogs - that's Non Phixion If you got love for the Gods - that's Non Phixion What? That's Non Phixion - What? That's Non Phixion If you got love for your peeps - that's Non Phixion If you got love for your seeds - that's Non Phixion If you got love for the streets - that's Non Phixion What? That's Non Phixion - What? That's Non Phixion [Verse Two] BK to Mount Vernon, money-earnin non-stop I lost a lot of people, I "Reminisce" with Pete Rock Gunnin through public housing, some brothers never get out I got love for my dawgs, now it's time to break the fuck out We pealed out, that's when I dumb out, three on the hip I don't kick bars, I spit scars, shit that I live And all you platinum cats, I'm about to run in ya fridge We all about food, belly up, two in ya ribs Ain't doin a bid; nah I'd rather hang from a sheet It's all love son, prove and let my man speak Truth is, you never know when it's your time to go We all famous and we got files, lettin you know [Hook] [Verse Three] Aiyyo I seen it all from what the truth should be to what the truth is I think America been tryin to kill me for two years But I'm still alive, arrive under heavy surveillance Eyes be some ol' tel-lie-vision cameras, platinum gangster anthems Make the world wanna grab the magnum and BUST All we got is us, our family's the only one we trust Chronic and coke, smoke spearmints, study pyramids Dope in the heroin syringe when you hearin this I'm like a near death experience I open up your eyes and your minds to the lies they be givin us If we don't kill them, they killin us And I'm ready to die, but they still can't kill the love [Hook] {*Pete Rock scratches to end*}