Still Got Love 4 'Um - Kam

Now I look back, and I can remember

Growin up po, waitin fo December

25th, when a gift was all I wanted (Yup)

And I didn’t have a care in the world, just fun

With all the homeboys around my age

Wasn’t no complaints about life in the first stages

The pages turned, and we learned us a lesson today

To keep them girls and switches away

All play, and no work checks

For raisin animals and catchin insects

It was a everyday thang to see the homeboys and me Raidin somebody’s fruit tree

Little nappy-head nature boys

In a concrete jungle, so wherever one go The others’ll follow him like a lost dove

(What's up, loc?) And till this day I still got love

For em, though I don’t know em like I used to They still my family, now ask me who’s who

And I can tell you about some dirt, or soap-like gossip

But why should I trip?

Because we all got skeletons dwellin in the closet

So I wonder how is it People be forgettin about they homies?

When they make ends, meet let them roam streets

After all y’all done been through

Yo, to put them up is the least you can do But now I see just how niggas act

Yo, y’all can turn y’all back

But I still got love for em

(Homie that I went to school with)

(Got mo’love for me here)

I still got love for em

(My nigga)

I used to be able to walk through

Anybody’s neighborhood that I wanted to talk to And see how they was livin, how they life was lookin

(Wassup?) Got they sisters, and ate they mamas’cookin

Young and innocent, the good old days

We started to grow apart, and go our seperate ways

Steady competin for the most attention

Up at the school house, hours of sittin

That they had to find somethig else to fade me Cause they ain’t have a letter high enough to grade me Maybe then some people got jealous

Thought they was smart, and got crushed like relish

So birds of a feather ran together in cliques

Nerds, jocks, and tricks

And the ones just kickin it in between

Gang-related, you know who I mean

I got love for em

(Homie that I went to school with)

(Got mo’love for me here)

I still got love for em

(My nigga)

And we used to get into it every now and then

Tryin to prove a point in front of the little women

(Wassup?) Showin out like movie ushers

We rat-packed them, and then they rushed us Goin back and forth, it seemed like forever

Was unpredictable like L.A. weather

The object was just a reputation

(Or some) Or some kinda ovation

That is, until money came into the picture

Now it was on from dust to dawn

And everything jumped to a whole new level

Gettin kicks, comin up off licks

The devil in disguise, but it was so easy

Affordin all the shit that we seen on tv So whatever it takes, we gotta make them ends

Even if it mean jackin friends

So I went my way, and they went theirs

Stayin out of each other’s affairs

Some life was lost, smoked out, and on fat

And after all that

I still got love for em

(Homie that I went to school with)

(Got mo’love for me here)

I still got love for em

(My nigga)