Mo’ Love

(Intro: MC Eiht)
G'yeah, in the house, MC Eiht and DJ Slip
Half-Ounce in the house, g'yeah
Down with the DFC for the '93 you know what I'm sayin'
And we gonna do a little somethin' like this
My man T-Double-E gonna flow in here
G'yeah, hit 'em

(Verse 1: T Dub)
I'm gettin' up early in the mornin'
And grabbin' up my [?] hood
And ridin' through my ganged-out neighborhood
I guess the store is loc'ed out
I went inside, grabbed me an Eight Ball, came out
I set up on this corner for 'bout an hour
These fiends put up and said they just wanted powder
I told 'em I didn't have it
But still he causin' static
But only thing that I was thinkin' about was my 9 automatic
So he just stepped on
Me and my nigga Swift and Big L got a [?]
I live my life so close to the edge
Believe it or not they got mo' love for me here

(Verse 2: Al Breed)
Since I got the chance to grab the mic and bust
And don't know who to trust
Well maybe I might kick the dust but, um
Believe I'm comin' real again
I always grab my steel and feel tight in what I do
Because of the love from my crew
And it's true I never had a love for ya
And I never trust a bitch because they connivin' motherfuckers
So I buck, buck, buck until I get 'em
And I'm known on the block for a 1-8-7 killin'
But I'm chillin' and that's enough with the trippin'
I'm just dippin' in my 6-4 on the down low and I'm pimpin'
Hittin' them switches for the bitches
I came up hard but now it's rag to the riches
With mo' love

(Transition: ?)
Hey, chillin' in the shade
Drinkin' a fat glass of lemonade
Hey, ya better act like ya knew
Because uh, T-Double-E
Why don't you tell 'em where we're 'bout to take 'em to

(Verse 3: T Dub & Al Breed)
To the hot spot where niggas be coolin'
And bitches be drivin' around with they droptop
Flexin' all the cars that they got
Where niggas locin', strokin'
Tokin' on some indo, yeah they smokin'
And girls are runnin' around in daisy dukes, straight provokin'
But I ain'ts to get caught up in that scene
It's vernacular precision that's makin' a nigga's green
And it's hot, so gimme my knot and let me hit the block
And shoot the gip down the strip
With my homie Breed, and Swift
And so I cruise around the hood, pick up my homies
Drop 'em off into the house, pick up the phone
Think of a hoochie I can bone
I choke off the smoke
Don't mean I'm a sellout
I smoke so much bud I make your eyelids wanna pop out
Gimme love