If You Got Love

{*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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

[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 want to 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

[Chorus]

{*Pete Rock scratches to end*}