Love's Gonna Get'cha (Material Love)

You know, that's why, man, I be tellin' you all the time.

Ya know, "love." That word "love" is a very serious thing.

And if you don't watch out,

I tell ya that (love's gonna get you, love's gonna get you)

Because a lot of people out here, they say "I love my car,"

Or, "I love my chain"

Or, or, "I'm just in love with that girl over there.

So, for all those people out there

That fall in love with material items

We gonna bump the beat a little some'n like this

I'm in junior high with a B+ grade

At the end of day, I don't hit the arcade

I walk to school from my mom's apartment

I gotta tell the suckas every day, "Don't start it!"

'Cause where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost

To stay on course means to roll with boss

A boy named Rob is chillin' in a Benz

In front of my building with the rest of his friends

I give him a pounce, oh, I mean, I shake his hand

He's the neighborhood drug dealer, my man

I go upstairs and hug my mother, kiss my sister, and punch my brother

I sit down on my bed to watch some TV *rapid gunshots*

Do my ears deceive me?

Nope, that's the fourth time this week

Another fast brother shot dead in the middle of the street

The very next day while I'm off to class

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass

My sister's cute, but she got no gear

I got three pairs of pants that with my brother I share

So we're in school, so I'm made a fool

With one and a half pairs of pants, you ain't cool

But there's no dollars for nothin' else

I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf

Every day, I see my mother strugglin'

Now it's time; I got to do some'n

I look for work; I get dissed like a jerk

I do odd jobs and come home like a sob

So here comes Rob; his gold is shimmery

He gives two hundred for a quick delivery

I do it once; I do it twice

Now there's steak with the beans and rice

My mother's nervous 'cause she knows the deal

My sister's gear now has sex appeal

My brother's my partner and gettin' paper

Three months later, we run our own caper

My family's happy; everything is new

Now tell me what the f am I supposed to do?

That's why

Love's gonna get you

Love's gonna get you

Love's gonna get you

Love, love's gonna get you

You fools, you fall in love with your chain

You fall in love with your car

Love's gonna sneak right up and snuff you from behind

So, I want you to check this story out

As we go down the line (line, line, line, line...)

(Let us move on)

Money's flowin'; everything is fine

Got myself a Uzi and my brother a 9

Business is boomin', everything is cool

I pull about a G a week, f school

A year goes by and I begin to grow

Not in height, but juice and cash flow

I kick up my feet and begin to watch TV

'Cause now I got other people workin' for me

I got a 55-inch television, ya know

And every once in a while, I hear "Just Say No"

Or, the other commercial I love, love

It's when they say "This is your brain on drugs"

I pick up my remote control and just turn

'Cause with that bullsh, I'm not concerned

See me and my brother jump in the BM

Drivin' around our territory again

I stop at the light like a superstar *rapid gunfire*

And automatic weapons close-sprayed my car

I hit the accelerator scared as sh

And drive one block to find my brother was hit

He wasn't dead, but the blood was pourin'

And all I could think about was warrin'

Later I found that it was Rob and his crew

Now tell me what the f am I supposed to do?

Ya know, that's why...

Love's gonna get you

Love's gonna get you

Love's gonna get you

Love, love's gonna get you

That word "love" is very, very serious

Very addictive

(Let us move on)

My brother's out of it, but I'm still in it

On top of that, I'm in it to win it

I can't believe that Rob would dis' me

That faggot, that punk, he's soft, a sissy

I'm drivin' around now with three of my guys

The war is on, and I'm on the rise

We roll right up to his favorite hangout

Said hello, and then the bullets rang out

Some fired back, so we took cover

And all I could think about was my brother

Rob jumped up and began to run

Bustin' shots, hopin' to hit someone

So I just stopped and let off three shots *three rapid shots*

Two hit him, and one hit a cop

I threw the gun down and began to shout

"Come on, I got him! It's time to break out"

But as we ran, there were the boys in blue

Pointin' their guns at my four-man crew

They shot down one, they shot down two

Now tell me what the f am I suppossed to do?

Love's gonna get you

Love's gonna get you

Love's gonna get you

Love, love's gonna get you

(Let us move on)

You know, a lot of people think that word "love" is real soft.

But when you use it in your vocabulary like you're addicted to it

It sneaks right up and takes you right out, out, out, out...

So, for future reference,

It's alright to like or want a material item.

But when you fall in love with it,

And you start scheming and carrying on to for

It, just remember... it's gonna you