Bishop Lamont ft Indef & Pr1me - First They Love You (Produced by 9th Wonder) 2007 video free download

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First They Love You (Lyrics)

Jeah! We tapin'? Hallelujah. We tapin'. We tapin' the crowd man

Wanna say 'What up? ' to the N.C. namean? Little Brother. Justus League

I see you. It's no wonder why they call you 9th Wonder man. I understand you clearly

It's NC to CA. Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah. Wu-Tang

This right here, I'm takin' it back with this one right here

Of course got to. Feel like 36 Chambers all over again

It's Bishop man. The game is so empty right now

Oh yeah. Everybody on that glamour and glitz

Empty ass fake rap shit. Everybody talkin' bout how much they love the game

They really just love the fame. They bout the money

Only giving praises to God in they speeches when they gettin' rewards

Now the shit ain't right. You know

[Chorus: Bishop Lamont]

When you make it to the top

Got the chickens on your jock

E'rybody always say they "love you"

But when your next album flop and you 'bout to get dropped

That's when you find out they don't really "love you"

Rappers talk about stacks in they hoods in they raps

But they don't give back, they don't "love you"

Got a thug in your life, beat you up every night

God damn boo, he don't really "love you"

[Verse 1: Bishop Lamont]

When I ride in my ride I don't listen to the radio

Cause niggas spit that same ole', same ole', lazy flow

Ever since T.I., everybody samples Jay-Z's flow

Like swell, awe hell, he might as well direct a video

And when you go to pose, you might as well yell "Hov"

Borrow some of his clothes and borrow some of his flows

These albums should come with pillows cause all I do is doze

I be sleepin' cause wack niggas ain't reachin'

Me with what they speakin'

Nigga I ain't preachin' (naw)

I'm just talkin' shit

Cause nigga I'm pissed

I miss that Artifacts, Tribe Called and Boot Camp Clik

That Black Sheep, Camp Lo and Souls Of Mis

That Pharcyde and Freestyle Fellowship (what up P?)

The U.M.C.'s "Blue Cheese", niggas that was the shit

Boogiemonsters, X-Clan, boy how could I forget?

Man, this rap now-a-days be on some real bullshit

[Chorus: Bishop Lamont]

When you make it to the top

Got the chickens on your jock

E'rybody always say they "love you"

But when your next album flop and you 'bout to get dropped

That's when you find out they don't really "love you"

Rappers talk about stacks in they hoods in they raps

But they don't give back, they don't "love you"

Got a thug in your life, beat you up every night

God damn boo, he don't really "love you"

[Verse 2: Pr1me]

I hit 'em with a stiff hard and stiff dick

And you can never play and old dog with new tricks

You stink like Nesquick, you never had a chance

I wrote the circumstance

Had you glancin' my advance

Knew how to sing and dance

The way I'm feelin' relationships are feather weight

So "Where Is The Love" like Will.I.am and Timberlake?

Allow me to demonstrate, can never calculate what we create

Keep me here forever, let me elaborate

To jackin' the Coke

Push man was set on the dope

Temp rhymin' fresh on the stove

When they was doubtin' the flow

You bitches wasn't try to holler, you was glad I was broke

Until you heard my pen was deadlier than second hand smoke

Uh

And momma said I need a job with the union

Now I'm famous

Performin' at my family reunions, what an anus

So hanis like I'm high off drugs

If this fame wasn't here would I still feel the love?

[Chorus: Bishop Lamont]

When you make it to the top

Got the chickens on your jock

E'rybody always say they "love you"

But when your next album flop and you 'bout to get dropped

That's when you find out they don't really "love you"

Rappers talk about stacks in they hoods in they raps

But they don't give back, they don't "love you"

Got a thug in your life, beat you up every night

God damn boo, he don't really "love you"

[Verse 3: Indef]

Yeah, uh

Bastard son as I chase no love

I found music

When KRS was in the Bronx sellin' drugs

Before extravagant tattoo's and dubs

Fake niggas

Overflow with thick hoes and pro clubs

The fascination of crack I rap fucked up

13 year old girls wantin' they tits touched up

The image of perfection got pressure on young

And can't say they time tables, know how to load a gun

Know how to run from reality and one time

Scene so familiar like the generation befo' mine

Strays be hittin' babies, before Columbine

Lunch line, I used to hit the? with a rusty nine

So I could slip home in one piece

My grandmama loves me and trust me kids it's lovely

I guess now more than ever, brought me to this

War dog, new west, so children follow this

[Chorus: Bishop]

When you make it to the top

Got the chickens on your jock

E'rybody always say they "love you"

But when your next album flop and you 'bout to get dropped

That's when you find out they don't really "love you"

Rappers talk about stacks in they hoods in they raps

But they don't give back, they don't "love you"

Got a thug in your life, beat you up every night

God damn boo, he don't really "love you"