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Love's Gonna Get'cha (Material Love)
KRS-One feat. Boogie Down Productions
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You know, that's why, man, I be tellin' you all the time.
Ya know, "love." That word "love" is a very serious thing.
And if you don't watch out,
I tell ya that (love's gonna get you, love's gonna get you)
Because a lot of people out here, they say "I love my car,"
Or, "I love my chain"
Or, or, "I'm just in love with that girl over there.
So, for all those people out there
That fall in love with material items
We gonna bump the beat a little some'n like this
I'm in junior high with a B+ grade
At the end of day, I don't hit the arcade
I walk to school from my mom's apartment
I gotta tell the suckas every day, "Don't start it!"
'Cause where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
To stay on course means to roll with boss
A boy named Rob is chillin' in a Benz
In front of my building with the rest of his friends
I give him a pounce, oh, I mean, I shake his hand
He's the neighborhood drug dealer, my man
I go upstairs and hug my mother, kiss my sister, and punch my brother
I sit down on my bed to watch some TV *rapid gunshots*
Do my ears deceive me?
Nope, that's the fourth time this week
Another fast brother shot dead in the middle of the street
The very next day while I'm off to class
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass
My sister's cute, but she got no gear
I got three pairs of pants that with my brother I share
So we're in school, so I'm made a fool
With one and a half pairs of pants, you ain't cool
But there's no dollars for nothin' else
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf
Every day, I see my mother strugglin'
Now it's time; I got to do some'n
I look for work; I get dissed like a jerk
I do odd jobs and come home like a sob
So here comes Rob; his gold is shimmery
He gives two hundred for a quick delivery
I do it once; I do it twice
Now there's steak with the beans and rice
My mother's nervous 'cause she knows the deal
My sister's gear now has sex appeal
My brother's my partner and gettin' paper
Three months later, we run our own caper
My family's happy; everything is new
Now tell me what the f am I supposed to do?
That's why
Love's gonna get you
Love's gonna get you
Love's gonna get you
Love, love's gonna get you
You fools, you fall in love with your chain
You fall in love with your car
Love's gonna sneak right up and snuff you from behind
So, I want you to check this story out
As we go down the line (line, line, line, line...)
(Let us move on)
Money's flowin'; everything is fine
Got myself a Uzi and my brother a 9
Business is boomin', everything is cool
I pull about a G a week, f school
A year goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height, but juice and cash flow
I kick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people workin' for me
I got a 55-inch television, ya know
And every once in a while, I hear "Just Say No"
Or, the other commercial I love, love
It's when they say "This is your brain on drugs"
I pick up my remote control and just turn
'Cause with that bullsh, I'm not concerned
See me and my brother jump in the BM
Drivin' around our territory again
I stop at the light like a superstar *rapid gunfire*
And automatic weapons close-sprayed my car
I hit the accelerator scared as sh
And drive one block to find my brother was hit
He wasn't dead, but the blood was pourin'
And all I could think about was warrin'
Later I found that it was Rob and his crew
Now tell me what the f am I supposed to do?
Ya know, that's why...
Love's gonna get you
Love's gonna get you
Love's gonna get you
Love, love's gonna get you
That word "love" is very, very serious
Very addictive
(Let us move on)
My brother's out of it, but I'm still in it
On top of that, I'm in it to win it
I can't believe that Rob would dis' me
That faggot, that punk, he's soft, a sissy
I'm drivin' around now with three of my guys
The war is on, and I'm on the rise
We roll right up to his favorite hangout
Said hello, and then the bullets rang out
Some fired back, so we took cover
And all I could think about was my brother
Rob jumped up and began to run
Bustin' shots, hopin' to hit someone
So I just stopped and let off three shots *three rapid shots*
Two hit him, and one hit a cop
I threw the gun down and began to shout
"Come on, I got him! It's time to break out"
But as we ran, there were the boys in blue
Pointin' their guns at my four-man crew
They shot down one, they shot down two
Now tell me what the f am I suppossed to do?
Love's gonna get you
Love's gonna get you
Love's gonna get you
Love, love's gonna get you
(Let us move on)
You know, a lot of people think that word "love" is real soft.
But when you use it in your vocabulary like you're addicted to it
It sneaks right up and takes you right out, out, out, out...
So, for future reference,
It's alright to like or want a material item.
But when you fall in love with it,
And you start scheming and carrying on to for
It, just remember... it's gonna you
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