Artist: Mista Madd f/ Fat Pat, Lil' Keke, Heather Nicole, South Park Mexican
Album:  Ball (Til Ya Fall) b/w Just A Lil' (Remix) 12"
Song:   A Lil' Luv (Remix)
Typed by: js13_2001@hotmail.com, Wammy Giveaway

[Mista Madd]
Uh
Man, it's been four years
Some of y'all boys still down talkin'
Show me love

[Verse 1: Mista Madd]
Niggas I know rather see my head low
Not makin' no dough, cuffed by them popos
Look at what I started, you won't admit it, though
Mad cause I moved too fast, you gets, moved too slow
Through all the hate, I still shine though
I illuminate wherever I go
I got a tight flow, but they won't say so
Man, them boys know I'm pussy from Rennes Le Chateau
I got a phat house with a little escrow
Got a 401K, and a B.P.O.
Now they wanna make movies
CDs and much more
Didn't even had a dream before I knock down door
Call me head honcho
Label CEO
Nigga, I'm a big shot, rappers don't make dough
You'll never be nobody, we gon' call you John Doe
Yes, I did your hoe
Gon' call her Jane Doe
She said, "I'm macho, your lovin' what, so so"
Gave up your publishin', she'll end up on Skid Row
I start the whole industry
You won't admit that
We're the first one to put out dirty, clean, and screw tracks
Created movies
Started sitcoms, no one remembers that
But y'all be the first ones to down talk me, shit
How you love that
After all I did for y'all, is love too much to ask for
Some dude give a little bit, but shit, I need much more
Damn

Chorus: Heather Nicole
Just a little love
Is all I need
You player haters never
Stoppin' me
Baller blockers, won't you
Leave me be
So haters, step back and let us
Do our thing

[Verse 2: South Park Mexican]
SPM get death threats everyday
Niggas talking 'bout they want me walk in memory lane
Let the jealousy rain
Feel my enemy's pain
Bitches mad cause I'm one step ahead of the game
With a credible name
And I give it the same
Just your everyday hustler, sellin' my 'caine
I was left in the flame
Raised by momma
Now I know I'm comin' up, cause I done fucked Madonna
I'm a baller, street scholar, creep crawler
In a bloody body, holla
I put dope on wax
Tapes and CDs
Wake up every morning and smoke my weedies
We G's, and if you hate it
This I'll quote
If my name's in your mouth, then my dick's down your throat
Don't choke, ha ha
I love y'all haters
Cause if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be us players (For real)

Repeat Chorus

(Verse 3)
[Keke] Quote, unquote, from the G Keke
       With some thousand dollar binoculars, you couldn't see me
       So you can get what you can get
       Cause plexin' ain't shit
       Hatin' is a word that we all familiar with
[Pat]  Plex for what
       Cause a G is what I be
       Talk down on me, the P-A to the T
       Can you see
       Animosity is what they hold
       So swing down, sweet chariots, let me roll
[Keke] Get my card, I say a fraud
       Is this behind the broad
       Sippin' our lean raw
       Haters, I abhor
       Marks snitchin', my ambition was a million dollar mission
       Palms itchin', niggas bitchin'
       Just give me recognition
[Pat]  Reputation is so hard to hold
       Game unfold, watch how player go gold
       A plan, that's a fact
       So where them haters at
       Man, hold up 'fore I pull out my gat

Repeat Chorus Til Fade