Paypa - Wheres The Love (feat. Naledge) lyrics
[Verse 1: Paypa]
Sometimes I feel like all I got is my mother's love
My girl's kisses
My daughter's hugs, my pop's talks, my real niggas
When my little brother tell me I'm the realest
That's the way he tell me that he love me and I feel it
Y'all ain't got no fucking love for paper... question mark?
In my Snoop voice... Source Awards
Man, I'm 'bout to give these niggas death row
From fucking with this bad boy, boy I'm sicker than a cold
And I hear it's a Cole World when you Finally Famous
Niggas tell you to Take Care, but they don't really mean it
But fuck it, my Ambition is written in Section 80
That's just a little love for the niggas that killed it lately
All the pressure and the hate, can't break a nigga like me
My crew Mobb Deep, can't shake a nigga like me
Cause I come from a city where them shook ones drop
Ain't shit popping, all that bullshit needs to stop
Where's the love?
I said, where is the love?
I said, this one is a salute to all my real niggas
Instead of hating, give me something I can feel, nigga
Where is the love?
My nigga, where is the love?
I can tell by all that talking you ain't real, nigga
Now I'mma ask you one more time before I kill niggas
Where is the love?
[Verse 2: Naledge]
Nah, I guess I ain't shit like
Timbuck ain't never play my hit, like
I ain't turn TRL on, was number 6, like
I ain't hit them Grammy Parties sipping on that Cris, naw
I ain't never spin on Rap City
I ain't never host a deal without a major record deal
Like, Me, Tribe, and Nas never played the same ville
And Bun B never told me I was trill
I am just a tweaker
No Adidas sneakers, paper on my gym shoes
Guess it's nothing that a nigga ever been through
Ndamukong Suh, I'm just lyin'
Better than a persian rug, nothing but computer thug
Guess I'm never next to blow
And Pete Rock never told me that my set was dope
Like everything I ever told you was just wrong
Paypa, why you even put me on this fucking song?
Nigga, where is the love?
[Verse 3: Paypa]
Ya'll hated on Pac in 9-6, Big in 9-7
L in 9-9, for love is the greatest weapon
To write, when I see these niggas hating's when I forgave 'em
Better believe I know the scriptures, the righteous never forsaken (naw)
So I'mma let 'em live, Miami on Sundays
My crew is like Maybach, we don't promote the gunplay
However, if somebody does happen to catch the Ruger
I'm spot-on, but like Walhberg, I ain't the shooter, nah
Blue collar like I'm crippin', blue collar coalition
Steve Rifkind the sponsor, few dollars for the mission
Flu shots cause you niggas is sick
Man I'm gone, either love me or leave me alone
Goddamnit, where's the love?