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Cormega - Love in Love Out lyrics
(Verse 1) When I came home from jail we was brothers Your beef was my beef Remeber that time with Butta on your video set When he was talkin' bout shootin' If you don't pay him, then I got into it Son you gave me a hundred dollars when I came home I didn't complain I wasn't in it to gain You my nigga when you hot and when the temperature changed Now we enemies, 'til we enter the grave When I got signed to Def Jam I offered you ten grand You said you didn't want it, then you started acting funny It started with the cover of YSB A picture of The Firm, everyone except me Then my voice disappeared off La Familia That's when it was clear to me there wasn't no real love I was out The Firm, unless I signed a production deal Which I didn't do cus son, that wasn't real I was never jealous of you In fact I was proud of you I smiled when I heard you on "Live at the Barbeque" I respect you as an artist thou I'm no longer fond of you I gave you love from the heart unlike the people surrounding you (Chorus) Love in, Love out Nowaways is no honor, only drama Your friend today can be your enemy tomorrow Never show weakness, tell 'em no secrets What's deep is, I had love for you But due to situations, I can't fuck with you Trust is a luxury I can't afford Betrayal's something that I can't ignore (Verse 2) My love is real Some earn it, some are unworthy Some, walk in the prescence of men with thoughts to hurt me And wonder why I throw shade and stay to myself Cus I'm me, plus I'm not betraying myself I'm free from the burden of extending my hand To my man's that don't deserve it I only trust fam When I was locked up, you was doing you excluded me You should be happy now that I'm doing me Niggas, acting like I won't give up a habit I got a question: Who came to spank weight empty handed? You smile in my face yet your eyes reveal the hate Next time you talk about me, mention I ain't fake I'm living my dream, live yours I gave sweat and tears You didn't even buy my CD, you say you my man? (uh) You so jealous your emotions make you careless I hope when you hear this it makes you think before you staring At your last I hear you scheemin' I'm reading you your last right Get your mind off primitive thoughts and get your cats right I'm not limited, without rap I'd still be gettin' it Yours truly, the dealer / lyricist (Chorus) |
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