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Download/Stream - ************************************ Tommy Boy Records is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic record label founded in New York City in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable legends Queen Latifah, House of Pain, Coolio and Naughty By Nature. ************************************ Follow Tommy Boy Records: Subscribe to the mailing list: Shop: ************************************ #TommyBoyRecords #DigitalUnderground #HipHop [Hook] Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? [Verse 1: Money-B] Now, men want racism, black folks in prison, me bar What's goin' on with the luh-uh-ove? Boo-ya-kaw is the sound, brothers goin' down in the worst way I got my son a gun for his birthday [Verse 2: Clee] Now we've had enough, everybody wants to be tough But I give the props to brothers on my level instead of tryin' to be above Cause I see nothin' feminine about givin' your brother some love Look deeply in each other's eyes (look in each other eyes): you know we are the ones (know we are the ones) Racism is a cloud (racism is a cloud) that blocks us from the sun (that blocks us from the sun) One brother speaks in African (one brother speaks in African), one sings Jamaican songs (one sing Jamaican song) Both of them are black men (both of em are black men), but they still can't get along (they still can't get along) [Hook] Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? [Verse 3: Money-B] Mommy and Daddy they got married, they make love every night But Momma's gettin' tired, and Poppa hits the pipe at night I see 'em kissin' wishin' I got the props that Pops, I mean the rocks, got I hope she hugs me, cause she never dug me I figure still I hustle, tussle with the fool at school The one that Momma sold my sneakers, thought she says he's freakin' her Had the doubt until I caught 'em, then I fought him, then she slapped me Hollered at me talkin' 'bout I messed up her ten dollars [Verse 4: 2Pac] God damn! Drug dealers dealin' to the kiddies Livin' in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty We try to cry, but still they all die I try to speak to the youth, and the truth is they all high What can I say but watch your back, youngster As I sit and wonder, my other brother's steadily goin' under It's like a curse, and it hurts cause it's worse Momma's crazy cause her baby's in a hearse Wussup wit' the love? This land once owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn A tragedy, because from them there was so much to learn You will find the key to life is checkin' for you friends Everything's gonna be alright I got to let you know that I'm in love with you (Dope fiends sellin' their babies) I'm so in love with you (I know man, you can't even say 'what's up' to a brother no more) People, I'm in love with you (Fool talkin' about 'what's up', fool don't know me man) Yes I'm in love with you (I put one in him! Hey, yo, you got your thang?) (Yeah, man, I'm strapped) It blows my mind to see (it blows my mind) so many people sufferin' (so many people) It blows my mind to see so many people down (Everybody's down) And I just can't understand, why there must be such fightin' (Everybody's actin' crazy) It blows my mind to see the pain that's all around (the pain that's all around) Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? Wake up! Wake up! [Hook] Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? Wake up! Please, wake up
