Lyrics I Got Love - Paulie Rhyme

Yeah I roll for the Bay, this is about where I′m from,
I still bleed for my city I'm a Cleveland Son,
The land pump through my veins, 216 till done,
I ain′t never gon forget, so we can keep that it moving hun,
I was raised on Kinsman on 151st,
We made it through the good times and made it through the worst,
Had love from my big cuz, who cracked many jaws,
Saw through many niggas flaws, so we stayed off the Harv,
From Gracemount to Whitney Young, 4 deep with no guns,
You had to earn your strips, boo hops to fist fights,
And I didn't leave my hood, till I moved up the way,
Cause if you got caught slipping, might not see the next day,
No turning my hat to the back, or to the left or the right,
Rep my block, not a gang, kept that respect in plain sight,
And when I got up in the heights, it's was a whole new thang,
Got a whole new crew, and saw more niggas bang,
I got love...

The lifestyle was a bit different, but old habits remained,
And I learn some new tricks, got a taste of the fame,
Some girls was off the hook, I′m just trying to maintain,
Then we bounce down the way, Things was never the same,
John Adams, the running rebs, had to carve another lane,
116th, Dove Street, moving to a different beat,
The weekends on the dub, trying to get my club on,
Got a whiff of goodness, trying to get my rub on,
Got a ride, and a crew from the Koonts to the Nu,
Real deep in city, what you really wanna do,
From B High to West, sticking out our chest,
Young, dumb, and stupid, thinking we that fresh,
Keep it cool with the Stones, GDs on set,
Rolled the wave from my cuz, cause he had that rep,
And when niggas step up and it′s was time for my test,
Starting breaking them jaws, without a second guess...
I got love...

Now I made it out the belly, still acting like a beast,
Got a chance man up, still looking for the feast,
Attitude real shitty, don't appreciate the chance,
In an all white school, don′t appreciate the glance,
Pants sag, fit the image, poor kids who don't advance,
But I was top 10%, so I my mind is my lance,
Don′t know it, so I indulge in the craziest of things,
Keg parties, No working, a lot smoking and drinking,
A new crew, real tight, not a whole lot of advice,
What we got didn't take; no one understood the hate,
Fist fights from the weight room to right in front my dorm,
Thugging at a private school, not so out of the norm,
Spending money to go crazy, 4 years in a daze,
When I went back to Cleveland, not a thing I would change,
Cause I met some of the best people I will in my life,
And I learn to keep grinding no matter the strife...
I got love...