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Tytuł: Love You So

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[Cardan - talking through chorus]
  You know I loved you right
  I never, I never knew girl, you see
  You know the pain right, you can feel my pain right?
  Uh, to the gateway, now check it out, yo
  
  [Chorus]
  Ooh, I loved you so
  But why I loved you, I'll never know
  Ooh, the pain you put me through
  You know you've killed, now I lust for you
  
  [Cardan]
  Now since I've came in the game, money and fame, I love it
  But whoever thought I'd wake up one mornin with no budget
  It's Cardi the golden kid with that older shit
  I live, learn, learn to live, the older I get
  And I remember Thursdays, hungry Thursdays
  'Bout sixteen, seventee, um, Murphy age
  But this rap game I love it, it's like I'm married to it
  I proposed on Clue?, she said I'd be happy to do it
  Gave her a kiss, mmmwwhha, she gave me fifty G's
  Silly Cardi I spent it, now Cardi on his knees
  Now I'm livin reality, a Biggie Smalls theme
  Askin for one more chance to show her what I really mean
  She said, you done seen a lotta things baby bro'
  Even best friends turned and take out videos
  I got with the 'tics, EI, still no deal
  'Til Sugar said "chill baby, everything is Fo' Reel"
  C'mon
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Ali - talking through chorus]
  Yeah, loved y'all punk ass nigga, showed y'all love
  Never know that shit
  How the fuck you gon' drop a group, and the got the number one shit on the
  radio?
  Dumb ass nigga, look at us now, Fo' Reel nigga, Fo' Reel
  
  [Kyjuan]
  Nineteen-ninety-six! (hurry up, sign right here), let's sign these papers
  So we can get these papers and give these hoes the vapors
  Double-dumb entertainment dropped "Gimme What You Got"
  Off top, 'tics hot, even sent you a shot (Double-dumb nine sevennnnnnnn!)
  Didn't want Nelly on it, said his verse didn't fit
  Some ol' seperatin shit, ten percent ass bitch
  Whole town love us, no one is above us
  Treated you, no talent, knowin niggas like brothas
  No street team, no promotion
  Just woof tickets, raw fuckin, no lotion
  One year later you decide to drop an EP
  At the same time drop us, that confuse me
  So like a bastard child, we on our own
  Put out and left alone, y'all wont answer the phone
  It took a little time, but we got it ourself
  Five million records later, now y'all askin for wealth
  (One, two, three, four, five), nigga please
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Murphy Lee - talking during chorus]
  You know what I'm sayin, life is crazy, you know what I'm sayin
  You got choices in life
  But bro' when you make 'em, you gotta make 'em and make 'em right
  And if you ain't makin 'em right it's just crazy
  You ain't got nobody else to blame, nobody but yourself
  You know what I'm sayin, mad truth to that
  
  [Murphy Lee]
  Let me pretend that I'm a lawyer and explain the situation
  Facin three-to-one five across state, humiliation
  St. Louis set it off, phone calls was long distance
  (Ay yo, it's four birdies in Houston), c'mon, send some one to get 'em
  Who would do it for a grand?
  Eighteen, only thing on our mind was that killer money
  From Missouri to the T-E-X, A-S
  Two cats strapped it tight, right up under her chest
  One-way trip on Southwest but she didn't make it that far
  Metal detectors went bizarre, one-way trip to the car
  Your honor, she got a baby that'll drive my granny crazy
  A long distance lawyer that keep on tellin us "maybe"
  And we all raise her baby, takin curr (care) of her daily
  This law shit is crazy, never cease to amaze me
  It's different from the eighties, ninety-five to lately
  They givin out time like dogs givin out rabies
  
  (Free City)
  
  [Chorus]