Where My Love At?-Too Phat

Verse 1 Listen... It's been like One fourth of a score And I ain't glad at all 'Cause I been facin' More bull than a matador And ever since The success of Plan B Alotta people think It's been candy Sweet and dandy It can be Minus all the envy And all these underground cats Wanna slam me Yeah I admit I been quiet But off that I'm tired You got beef? I'll fry it Now which motherlover Wanna try it? My silence's an act of charity And now unmerrily I'm forced to stoop down To your mentality Battle rap was an excuse phrase You 'bout to lose face The whole sing sing thing Was a loose case Sing sing's a pen Short for penitentiary S-G is Singapore And Singapore is family So tell Kuza Which you's a loser And if I see her face At my show again I'll bruise her Duality of Styles' Diss track was garbage Illustrait, garbage Souljah Boo, fat garbage And praise the Lord The mentions are kept minimal And when I diss I say names Buck bein' subliminal You asked for my autograph Memorized my recitals Well last year You groupies And now you punks rivals? (Please...) Illegitimate beef is suicidal I still hold the title And I€™m still your freakin' idol Chorus Now where my love at? I'm askin' young cats And all that If I ain't phat Now what you call that? Alotta suckers are mad Because I'm all dat Yo' blast the track Where you ball at Verse 2 Alotta people love Us but even some hate And the feeling When you dealin' wit' Dumb hatred's ungreat Five years I met all kinds of people Some minds are simple Some kinds just grind your temple Critics can suck my *** I'm sick with it Anonymous diss And say another kid did it Word is Since in the limelight Malique can't rhyme right But puff that This rhyme's tight mate Now am I right? Or am I right? The buck I do With my life is my right Well everybody sins Why mine's the highlight? Now reporters stay nosey Gossip and rumors Life is made humor Sicker than brain tumor Friends turn to snitches Jelly duns is vicious Try to set me up By hookin' me up with witches Now even Joe thinks I'm paranoid Cause I got this odd Sense of danger every 40 yards So I roll with bodyguards I swear to God If it wasn't for the cream I've quit cause I've had And done enough for the scene Promote the four elements Key show performin' Foreign land tourin' Now doin' a song with Warren Kids is stormin' Bum rushin' pack shows But respect from the scene Ain't had those Now all fingers up Not one, yeah I would love that Askin' hip hop heads Now where my love at...? Chorus (2x) Now where my love at? I'm askin' young cats And all that If I ain't phat Now what you call that? Alotta suckers are mad Because I'm all dat Yo' blast the track Where you ball at Verse 3 Yo€ I got emotions to let out Impossible in two verses So here's a third one Pardon the curses First is first Imma make clear And state here That I ain't start ish And won't stop until Your eighth tear Diss until your mates cheer It's retaliation The price you pay For thinkin' I've eternal patience After squashin' beef with Ammo I thought it€™ll be Like no problemo Until I heard kiddies Who dissin' on they demos Not just that Go on the net Phat Fam dissed by Bobby Little sick kid Who surf porn as a hobby 14 and racist In real life Phlowtron Will stomp you on a daily basis Alotta internet nerds Think they wildin' Keystylin' ain't freestylin' No timin', no hooks No production, no beats, pal I rather write d**e lyrics Than come up with wack freestyles I write songs good hearts listen The rest start dissin' Wit' stanky rhymes I call 'em farticians Yeah I only mentioned Few from the namelist Your overnight trick Of gettin' famous is the lamest Diss the best He diss you back You get known That's obsolete witch Work the throne on your own But until that day comes Kill the bull ish And all that And realize that deep in your heart That's where my love at Chorus (2x) Now where my love at? I'm askin' young cats And all that If I ain't phat Now what you call that? Alotta suckers are mad Because I'm all dat Yo' blast the track Where you ball at