Give Love A Chance-People Under The Stairs

SampleWhy don't we give love a chance? Why don't we give love a chance? Double KYo let the brotha rap for a minute (All right) Let me get in it Got some things I want to speak about The topics gonna creep about Hey P, a young man around 20 Really he ain't ballin', basically ain't got no money There's nobody on his side cause his love is the 1's and 2's Back and forth all night, makin' it right Now everybody in his cypher got something to say Ayo you need to quit scratching man that shit won't pay And Pops kicked him out, put his tables on the street Just cause he wasn't down with the ITT But he knew they'd catch the vapors, one day or another So he dropped his boy a breeze to take it down to his brother Now he coolin' with his brother but he buggin' 'bout the papes Ain't trynna hit the little club on Wednesdays, and mixtapes That junk ain't payin' no bills, who you tryin' to fool? So once again his jockey Joe Blow is on the move And now he's house to house, sleeping on the floor With his jacket as a blanket, said he thinking bout before All he needed was his peeps to sit and watch him succeed Nobody blows up overnight, and every one of us need Some kind of push of support, without that, he sorta slipped Get to drinkin' and flippin', not thinkin' and always wishin' Yo I got a solution, it's called Show me some love We all guilty of not doin' it, you can hear it above Bridge x2 We should take the time Just sit back, rewind, unbind your mind from the grind Why don't we give love a chance Thes OneSee what the world needs now is love, hope and support Greed gottem bleedin', teacher making money for sport And cash role models fall by little kids that love them swizz beats Shit, when I was young I watched Sesame Street To all you young B-boys keep doing your thing Don't let them tell you otherwise cause you ain't makin' no green 'merican cash machine keeps rollin' with or without We got a subculture to save, and I'll be damned if I shout Some shit over tracks that's wack to make a fat stack of cheese Hip hop is my art, only myself I can please Double KIt doesn't matter what you wanna be, focus and move ahead Make sure you do it for yourself and not off what some other said Cause when you go that way, it ain't from the heart What we do is what we been doing from the start Ain't makin' music for executives sitting behind the desk I tell them fools to eat a dick and bring it live to they chest Cause this is art that you created, you get paid with respect A little patience and pride, and with that you pose a threat Take a heed, young brotha, to the words I speak Unless you wanna see your promos lying there in the street Cause money is man-made and any time it can be gone Just kick back, spark one up and peek the words to this song Bridge Thes OneWhen push comes to shove I rise above, sort of Keep my eyes, mind focused on the goal that is love So when fans give it I rip it, return it, earn respect See I'm in it for that, and not a fat paycheck On that, Cino you can quote Thes, cause I said it's true Money doesn't equal happiness, no matter who smiles and piles checks While I'm on the steps drinking Beck's with my friends Piece and our forties cause we don't got ends Memories like that to me are Los Angeles palm trees Life landmarks telling me the CD's at ease Friends are worth Gs, enemies can sit in pawn shops I'mma worry about the riff and when the sunset stops Listen the simple pleasures and measures are always greater (what) Double K rippin' fat back apart our crossfaders Little girls laughin' and waitin' for ice cream trucks These images I wouldn't trade for a million bucks So when chasin' the gold gets rough and says life sucks Remember the lining's silver and that's always good enough So when chasin' your gold gets rough and you lose steam Count your blessings my peoples, don't be so mean