Love Is The Message (featuring Raekwon) (feat. Raekwon)

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Remind me Tuesday I gotta go handle my business
 Know what I'm saying?
 Straight up
 (Love is love)
 Yo, don't play with them shits up in here
 Them shits is dangerous
 Hey yo, hey yo, hits Sally
 Timbaland grand finale
 Damn imagine bringing back Alam Skin Bally's
 Glass of this, leather dick down status
 That's crabbage, can't see the real so you average
 Drip cammo
 Who carry Van Damme ammo?
 Nike Airs Uptown put the Benz van yo
 Chilling with niggaz who real
 Who respect real
 Big us get your wig touched crib rushed
 Record and command
 Slam jams for my mans
 Puff trees, tuck these ruggers in your lands
 Cemented, bent out of shape mend it
 Represent spin been through it God
 Hold the Mac splendid
 Time Balotti rap version of the black Gotti
 Rob me God'll act ungodly
 What never been done before
 It's real son you gum it out
 Run it in the gun store
 Everyday all day
 Fat like Bob Rockaway
 Dipped in the latest spot me right away
 Wu Tang executive new Donna Jay
 Darts in your area that's how I play
 Nobody else shouldn't really have a say
 When it come down to this Shaolin, U.S.A.
 Represent fully give me your air space
 Razor Sharp label keep coming out the face
 Make room as I step up to the plate
 RZA create sounds of earthquakes
 Make no mistake kid y'all just faking
 Cross-over cats that love to eat bacon
 WTC rush like Regan
 Crush your little song while you on your knees begging
 Who that nigga right there?
 Son he trust me, watch this shit right here
 We see y'all niggaz in the back all tread out
 Throw the heat out
 Ready to stop all beef out
 Play me, maybe you will catch more gravy kid
 We ill in the back feeling on your ladies
 We see y'all niggaz in the back all treed out
 Throw the heat out
 Ready to stop all beef out
 Play me, maybe you will catch more gravy kid
 We ill in the back feeling on your ladies
 Dripped out dip promoter
 Dead arm that nigga trying to get up over
 Thinking he clever but he rolled up
 Fronting on the God yo
 Acting like that cheese ain't right
 Aight that night dunn rolled on the mic
 Jumping out the Lex door suede lugz on
 Looking like he worth ten thousand on the arms
 Cuban connect I had it smashed
 This is Godville kid we real
 Staring at his steel dunn ask
 Jewels that he rocking
 Bone bracelet had laced kid
 Screaming on his neck Lex rocking
 Nigga had a fat lab
 Hundred bag, tools you had
 Ohh, little wifey had it all with a fat ass
 What you wanna eat boo?
 The rent's due
 Niggaz wanna get you
 You need to put a laser on your shit boo
 Sat there bluffing, saying nothing
 Looking at bird pop shit
 Acting like she bugging
 18 karat gold and fresh boots
 Me and my team regulate to the roots
 Big pockets, blow mics out the sockets
 Condominium, Karl Kani denim
 Where the honey's at?
 We be getting up in them
 A whole lot of dollars and real scholars
 The Wu got knowledge
 Represent 5 percent, or 100 percent
 Pay attention to the stretch Lincoln
 Drinking Evian Don-Don
 Stay calm under pressure
 Break the sound barrier
 Big Wu Tang trucks roll in your area
 Wallabees for life, we too hype
 One ring with the ice
 Don't stress it
 What, love is the message
 18 points on my brand new record
 Dart clapper, ran like a snapper
 Watch out for Cappa
 Make way
 Y'all cats ain't ready for me and the DJ
 We see y'all niggaz in the back all treed out
 Throw the heat out
 Ready to stop all beef out
 Play me, maybe you will catch more gravy kid
 We ill in the back feeling on your ladies
 We see y'all niggaz in the back all treed out
 Throw the heat out
 Ready to stop all beef out
 Play me, maybe you will catch more gravy kid
 We ill in the back feeling on your ladies
 Du-du, number one
 Dance hall storm
 Yo, yo, yo, yo
 

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Duration
03:59
Key
9
Tempo
107 BPM

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