Artist: MF Grimm Album: American Hunger Song: Still My Love Typed by: GregVersion2@yahoo.com One by one bitch niggas get served As I touch nerves with these special herbs [Chorus] For my niggas in the street I give love (love) For my niggas locked up I give love (love) For the sistas in the struggle I give love (love) This is all my (love) transformed through beats In the street I give love (love) For my niggas locked up I give love (love) For the sistas in the struggle I give love (love) This is all my (love) transformed through beats [Verse 1] One by one bitch niggas get served As I touch nerves with those special herbs Now seasoned by the architect, spiced up the words Streets move fast so everything is blurred Give streets my love, I can't forget you Those who supported me, be nothing without you The best of times, the worst of times Scars and Memories travel Perc through time Before a nigga made a dime, before a nigga rhymed Watch people in the street, from the bottom climb They went after what they wanted, hunger didn't stop Defied all the odds and made it to the top Some didn't get the chance, murdered real young Died over bullshit, others got strung Forgot they were king and queens, crack touched lungs Some fought law, but law still won Streets is a movie, new actors want a role Creackheads, hence crack, pack of crack stole Some stay in streets too long, took a toll Couldn't do the time, switch became a mole [Chorus] [Verse 2] Seconds go by, I'm starting to feel my age Scars, thirty-five of 'em, four stars later Still in trenches, can't help it I'm a leader Weight on shoulders, load ain't gettin' lighter Family suffer, squat to lift burden Got good grip, but legs are trembling Focus on chi, meditate, settle in Bring self good times, I'm remembering Life was easy, carried in momma's arms Difficult older, momma know I carry arms Her son's a fighter, momma know I carry on Paralyzed, but momma know I carry on Percy'll be a billionaire, believe Mr. Carey's on I know I can't rest, I guess I'll do it when I'm gone Hold back my dreams, on this planet there's none To show the streets that it can be done cause [Chorus] [Verse 3] Women with beautiful looks got them far Got them a hustler, a ghetto street star Got them jewelry, got them cars And got some killed and put behind bars Put in situations they don't want to be in Sistas locked down, my heart for you is bleedin' Little kids watch street life and was shown Tried it on they own, got murdered like they grown Others got a hundred years, whole life blown Feelin' like a fool, should've stayed they ass in school A few did make it, but most got shot The school of hard knocks, from you I learned a lot So (thank you) Love Love Love (transformed through beats) Love Love Love Love (transformed through beats) That's the end