If You Got Love Lyrics - The Future Is Now - Non Phixion

{*Pete Rock scratches various samples at the beginning*} 

[Verse One] 

I used to be a piece of shit 'til I dropped it, (?) convict 

Straight projects, prophets, that's the object 

Hunger pains spit the beef out, I kick the teeth out 

We Non Phixion, up in the club with heaters out 

No doubt, insanity the motive, I'm never broke 

Body strapped with explosives, suicide bat ya team poseurs 

Teenybops rock Tachini tops and arm holsters 

Lookin like feds in posters, devils and brokers 

I got a lot of love, but if you want hate, I got a lot of guns 

You want crack? I got a lot of drugs, it's kinda bugged 

the way the world can make a righteous man turn savage 

I try to be peaceful but the world prefer madness 

And I'm a business man, supply and demand 

Make you feel like when your fam get in a shootout and your man die in your hands 

Most dangerous rap group, any question that I ask you 

Thug be the answer to the question that's the truth 

[Chorus] 

If you got love for your mom - that's Non Phixion 

If you got love for your dogs - that's Non Phixion 

If you got love for the Gods - that's Non Phixion 

What? That's Non Phixion - What? That's Non Phixion 

If you got love for your peice - that's Non Phixion 

If you got love for your seeds - that's Non Phixion 

If you got love for the streets - that's Non Phixion 

What? That's Non Phixion - What? That's Non Phixion 

[Verse Two] 

BK to Mount Vernon, money-earnin non-stop 

I lost a lot of people, I "Reminisce" with Pete Rock 

Gunnin through public housing, some brothers never get out 

I got love for my dawgs, now it's time to break the fuck out 

We pealed out, that's when I dumb out, three on the hip 

I don't kick bars, I spit scars, shit that I live 

And all you platinum cats, I'm about to run in ya fridge 

We all about food, belly up, two in ya ribs 

Ain't doin a bid; nah I'd rather hang from a sheet 

It's all love son, prove and let my man speak 

Truth is, you never know when it's your time to go 

We all famous and we got files, lettin you know 

[Chorus] 

[Verse Three] 

Aiyyo I seen it all from what the truth should be to what the truth is 

I think America been tryin to kill me for two years 

But I'm still alive, arrive under heavy surveillance 

Eyes be some ol' tel-lie-vision cameras, platinum gangster anthems 

Make the world wanna grab the magnum and BUST 

All we got is us, our family's the only one we trust 

Chronic and coke, smoke spearmints, study pyramids 

Dope in the heroin syringe when you hearin this 

I'm like a near death experience 

I open up your eyes and your minds to the lies they be givin us 

If we don't kill them, they killin us 

And I'm ready to die, but they still can't kill the love 

[Chorus] 

{*Pete Rock scratches to end*}