Artist: G-Note$ f/ Chilli Black
Album:  Corner Luv
Song:   It's Luv
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: G-Note$]
Yea, let's throw a bone on this track (light it up)
Feel me, baby? (smoke that shit, get it popping)
Gunbook...

[Hook: G-Note$]
It's luv, to my niggaz on the block
It's luv, to my niggaz holding nines
It's luv, pitch the lead to my niggaz shooting spines
It's luv, it's luv, it's luv, baby

[G-Note$]
So it's a pretty thing when guns sing murder
And it's an ugly thing when niggaz sing gon' murder
Niggaz gleaming on perfect, experts of gunworking
Ya man's singing when nervous
I hate jerks, I see him at a funeral service
That's luv, it's luv...
The way Note$ reps his hood, Step on Note$
Keeps heads moving like clumping your feet, steps on coat
That's luv, that's luv... (I squirts)
My gun tote game and aim
I torch, I'm fantastic with the fork
Check the ballistics on my poems, homey
Nigga, this little .380 float (Yea, shit, nigga)
But I could let them 40s go (Leak out)
Shorties know (shorties know) it's luv
My pen and paper is like an orgy, these hoes can't afford me (nah)
Gangstresses applaud me...

[Chorus: G-Note$]
It's luv, to my niggaz on the block
It's luv, to my niggaz holding nines
It's luv, to my niggaz on the grind
It's luv, it's luv, it's luv, baby
Gunbook, we show niggaz snub nose love
Gunbook, we show bitches deep throat love
To my bitches drinking sperm, it's luv
It's luv, it's luv, it's luv, baby

[G-Note$]
Yo, shorty, respect Team G.B.
Cuz I don't mind blowing for R-E-S-P-E-C-T
I'd die for my hood, pour my ashes out in my hood
Bitches say "Gunbook, y'all so hood"
It's St. Marx 'til I die, dirty 51 gun

[Interlude: girl (G-Note$)]
I can't stand them Gunbook ass niggaz
(Ma, what the fuck you talking about?)
Always popping shit, don't know when to shut the fuck up
(Stop that shit, stop that shit...) Dusty-ass motherfuckers
(Get the fuck outta here) Ain't nothing but a bunch of bitch-ass niggaz

[G-Note$]
It's luv, you could hear a dead soldier's cries in my voice
And checks how I step to the piano, I'ma ride for you, baby
Yo, Note$ and Blacko, luv is stuck like stucko
D-Doe, laid the cement down, my team
Rolls like bricks on rocks, we moved those woods on blocks
And you gotta love how I flow like a nigga last wish on a rope

[Chorus]

[Chilli Black]
Ain't no aiming, letting off Mac's from car seats
Can't blame Jigga for my sister smoking crack in Marcy
But, it was the rock that finished her
Older brother got locked, when this fake killa came home minister
Who had my back? My Pops, my niggaz on the block
I had my friendly neighbor's .380 Mac, .380 glock
.22 Tec, no respect for the cops, S-16, my nigga Ape got popped
Murdered by a bitch nigga who fucked his baby moms and the case got dropped
My face expression show aggression in this state of depression
No more seeing my nigga, firing his favorite weapon
I pull a trigger, somebody fucking dying, no question
It's luv, like alibis, vest and black leather gloves
Drivebys in Ac's, measuring five gats at five thugs
Motherfuckers acting too live, now throw a crew a few slugs
Respect Gunbook or we gon' take it in blood

[Chorus]