Love = Hate, Ulterior Motives

[Part 1: Love = Hate, Produced by: T.H.C.] [Verse 1:] Yeah, yeah, I know a lot of girls that be on the same things All my niggas in the streets smoking, trying to maintain She like sipping champagne, I beat it out her main frame My chick part of my campaign And your chick looking like Flavor Flav Hit that picture, fade away, and fall back, I’m all that NY to LA, but a CV on my ball cap I be around the globe, we’re going out, seing open toes Sort dresses, them nights wrest and my fortress getting fine chick Get anointed, get knighted, I’m addicted to fly shit I’m a witness to righteous, steps finding out what my life is I got a quite range, at 18, my life change I got room keys and new things that we can do for this night thing like [Hook: Casey Veggies] In the club, at the party, everybody wanna be somebody In a world that’s so strange real niggas trying to maintain Love and hate is the same thing, love and hate is the same thing! In the club, at the party, everybody wanna be somebody! [Verse 2:] I know a lot of things, most of which I’m gonna change That come just from growing up Learn that love and hate is the same thing! I can only wife the plane jane Make a bad ho give me bad brains I realize I had brains and I got it all, man and I gotta fall I gave it up, man I gotta live Girl, tell me what the problem is! Everything is so cool and one thing we couldn’t do One thing we couldn’t see, who real, I can’t tell Out the drop is gonna sell, I caught it out, starting out Young niggas run everything, make her earn that wedding ring Then I make her sing them high notes, I got high hopes And my side along, I love you when she ride long That’s my angel, she always wear a halo Ever since I got dough, my cousin told me lay low! I can stay long, what did I say wrong? What happened between me and you? Why we can’t even get along? Watch me you call! You can’t blame it on me Love and hate is the same thing Love and hate is the same thing [Hook:] In the club, at the party, everybody wanna be somebody In a world that’s so strange real niggas trying to maintain Love and hate is the same thing, love and hate is the same thing! In the club, at the party, everybody wanna be somebody! In a world that’s so strange real niggas trying to maintain Love and hate is the same thing, love and hate is the same thing! In the club, at the party, everybody wanna be somebody [Part 2: Ulterior Motives, Produced by: Rahki] [Verse 1:] She wanna leave and don’t know who wrong about it So confusing I can’t even write songs about it Thinking of reasons, shouldn’t feel so alone about it Now I’m playing catch up, squeezing the wrong about it I front no cops come, go on we out it Know when I hit the shows, ladies ain’t swarm around me And when I leave I know the one who’ll go mourn about me G5 thoughts, homey my mind is clouded Today I bought a fit that was in the thousands And a chain cold like the ice in the mountains I started spittin, never contemplated bout an outcome Now I’m getting more income than my outcome My last flow was outgunned, my last girl was not one My last homey got sun, me and my brother like one And I’m only 19, the saga just begun Young kids run everything under the sun People live life very relentless My niggas act so hard with them scary agendas My friend claim sets pray he ain’t never get injured Tell my homeys baby steps, hope you never befriend this ‘Cause if I’d lose who I started then why should I end it? No, I’m kidding, I had to keep rewarding my millions Stunt a little, cop a whip and take care of children Spread love give thanks, just like the pilgrims [Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid] It’s just another day in the life of a young nigga with ulterior motives I wonder if I can control this Ulterior, ulterior… motives Ulterior, ulterior… motives, motives [Verse 2:] I wanna live the same life, that charm about me Regular times, skidrows and the campus crowded Less pressure, less things and my mind is skowin Better relationships, we only spend time when I’m out here It’s what I chose so I guess I can’t say that it’s not fair Like a mom in the crack house, doing the rocks there Put me in so deep, that’s heavy one dome kip I pull you one of them seats and I might pull on yo hair And when we on the east coast you know I got the cab fare And when I’m so far away I still see and love that Eyes blood-shut red, I’m in over my head Act like she ain’t know I pop your head, those are my bread That’s just what I think, fuckin that’s what I said Then I made one blink and she was leavin me here Told my mama I’mma make it, she was believing me yeah But a couple year later, she didn't conseive I'd be here In New York on my own at the regency theater Illest kids in America, she ain’t innocent mama And she listen to Erica, homey my girl is scholar Your girl is sort of a wallet, we using it til that we done with Tell her give me my money, I’m bout the 50’s and 100’s And the conspiracy subjects are my priorities You should give some of these I’m on my knees and I’m begging God please Humble my steez, I swear my whip is a tease [Hook]