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Love Is The Message


Cappadonna Lyrics

 

Love Is The Message by Cappadonna


Remind me Tuesday I gotta go handle my business
Know what I say? Straight up
Yo don't play with them sh*ts up in here
Them sh*ts is dangerous
Hey yo hey yo
Hits Sally Timberland 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 niggas 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 rugers 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
Raza create sounds of earthquakes
Make no mistake kid y'all just faking
Cross-over cats that love to eat bacon
W.T.C rush like Regan, crush your little song
While you on your knees begging
Who that nigga right there?
Son he trust me watch this sh*t right here
We see y'all niggas 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 niggas 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 rents due
Niggas wanna get you you need to put a laser on your sh*t boo
Sat there bluffing, saying nothing, looking at bird pop sh*t
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
Condeminium 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%
Or 100% 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 1
Dance hall storm
Yo yo yo yo



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