No Greater Love

[Produced By: Exile] [Hook] There is no greater love Yeah na, cause on the real y'all there is no greater love People try all the time trying to break us up We keep it high up in the sky ya gotta take it up Then what I feel for you Take it up take it up take it up [Verse 1] Fucking up my mental when I think about you In my room plotting how to start reaching out to you Cause at first the situation had me deep in doubt But the beauty evened out the beast and I can't be without Your love It's by far the most dangerous subject to touch Yet we actin' like its lust, yeah right Will lust have you up at 5 writing a text Trying to get a thought up off of your chest And her all on your chest gotta work so you calling to rest For a second then you call her for sex And she there in a second and her parents are stressing Cause she missed a whole semester fucking round with this peasant Named Blu and Juliet is you the two connected as one Fun is endless getting drunk and fucking bitches is through Sun back with the moon to balance out how we shines on the planet And you try to understand it but you can't cause [Hook] [Verse 2] Fucking up my mental when I think about you Cause the truth is I know I couldn't leave without you on my side At the time I was feinding at her beautys Been thinking bout the beast and she can't be without -your love Plus all the drama thats included with it Ya heard the song and still rush like the foolish in it Stuck like a clueless in love with every movement she makes Even that ugly shit she do with her face When she fussing with ya but you love it so you fuckin with her And she knows it she just wants to make you fucking kiss and make up You throwing out her blush stick and make up And she don't need it anyway silk skin pretty face Horny as a devil with her little bitchy ways But she all natural cause I don't like my titty's fake And her attitude bitchy but hey what can I say I love it when I tell a chick to chill and give me space and she can't cause [Hook] [Verse 3] Fucking up my mental when I think about you And all the little shit we used to speak about Like having kids getting married trying to lease a house So we can buy one up so we can find one With a little room for Azulito when the time comes Plus a studio for all my people trying to find some Into inspiration like the way my girl is tired But I'll still have a meal waitin' for me when my rhymes done What a feeling when you're life's done building And you chilling in your house with a wife a few children Feeling like you struck a million looking at your kids like shit This is my son this nigga came from my nuts Same feeling when you first heard times up Same feeling when I first heard Com' bust I used to love her but I found other kinds of So I left her like I really really tried but I can't cause [Hook] [Outro] Dracula, Frankenstein, The Wolfman The Invisible Man and Hercules don't scare me The FBI, Anti-American Committee, J. Edgar Hoover, President Nixon President Johnson, Martha Mitchell And her husband or her man or her woman Ethel Kennedy, all the Kennedys Bank of America, Chase Manhattan Rockefeller None of these people scare me What scares me is that one day my son will ask me What did you do Daddy when the shit was goin' down