For the Love of You
Nas Lyrics


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Leavin' home out on the road
I've been down before
Ridin' along in this big ol' jet plane
I've been thinkin' about my home
But my love light seems so far away
And I feel like it's all been done
Somebody's tryin' to make me stay
You know I've got to be movin' on
Oh Oh big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh Oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay
Goodbye to all my friends at home
Goodbye to people I've trusted
I've got to go out and make my way
I might get rich you know I might bet busted
But my heart keeps calling me backwards
As I get on the 707
Ridin' high I got tears in my eyes
You know you got to go through hell
Before you get to heaven
Oh Oh big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh Oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay
Touchin' down in New England town
Feel the heat comin' down
I've got to keep on keepin' on
You know the big wheel keeps on spinnin' around
And I'm goin' with some hesitation
You know that I can surely see
That I don't want to get caught up in any of that
Funky shit goin' down in the city
Oh Oh big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh Oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay
Oh Oh big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh Oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay
Oh Oh big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh Oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay
Oh Oh big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away




Oh Oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Overall Meaning

Nas's You Gotta Love It is a poignant yet scathing indictment of the inner city and the many problems that exist in that environment, from drug addiction to crime to poverty. It paints a vivid picture of life in the ghetto, and the struggles that many face on a daily basis just to survive. The lyrics are presented with a sense of anger and frustration, and speak to the undercurrent of violence and despair that runs through the streets of the inner city.


The song speaks to the false promises that are given to people in the ghetto, and the lack of opportunity that exists there. Nas uses his lyrics to challenge many of the myths that are perpetuated about life in the ghetto, and provides a sobering reminder of the harsh realities that many people have to deal with on a daily basis.


The song also speaks to the need for resilience and perseverance in the face of adversity. It is a call to action for people in the inner city to rise up and take control of their lives, to fight against the forces of poverty and oppression, and to strive for a better future.


Overall, You Gotta Love It is a powerful and thought-provoking song that speaks to the many issues facing people in the inner city, and presents a stark reminder of the need for change and progress.


Line by Line Meaning

Real conversation for that ass
I'm about to speak some truth


(Its what they want) Huh
This is what people are asking for


(Its what they want) What you said, can't hear you man
Speak louder so we can hear


(Its what they want) Speak the fuck up
Be clear with what you're saying


(Its what they want) Word (Its what they want)
Yeah, that's exactly what they want


Nastradumas, astrologic, know when I rep
My rhymes are prophetic and I have a deep understanding of the universe


Flow when I'm set, got the chips to a lotus my whip
I have the skills and the wealth to customize my cars


Gold on my neck was once a code of respect
Wearing gold used to signify respect for powerful people


For high rollers and vets
For the elite and experienced


Now its loads of baguettes, prefer a mack-10 over a tech
Now it's all about flashy jewelry, and I prefer a gun that's more powerful than a regular tech-9


No matter sober or wet, I smack soldiers, cadets
I can fight whether I'm sober or drunk, and I can take down even trained soldiers


Trees that might eject my hype back
Smoking weed can sometimes make me paranoid


Famous phrase 'Nigga light that'
A common phrase used when smoking weed


Hoes you fuck, ask you where your ice at, dun
Women you sleep with want to know where your expensive jewelry is


Its all about playboys, when we was young
When we were young, it was all about being a player


Can only get tongue, then finally we can cum
At first, all we could do was perform oral sex, then eventually we could have intercourse


Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's
Having sex and drinking malt liquor


Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro
In 1986, crack cocaine became popular and many turned to selling it for a living


From bottles, to seven in your hand
From drinking cheap alcohol to holding a gun


To fake pepsi's to get to the crack, unscrew the can
We would hide crack in Pepsi cans and unscrew them to access the drugs


Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it
Smoking weed while looking at a lot of money


We got it if the fiends want it
We have drugs if addicts want to buy them


The whole block singing the same theme 'Don it'
The whole neighborhood is making money selling drugs


Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket
There are too many haters and backstabbers in the community


If its ice work, I'm gonna truck it
If there's money to be made selling jewelry, I'm going to do it


Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist
Some women are too intense and obsessed with me


Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of bitches
They act impulsively and maliciously, and are the worst type of women


Hung up my riches, her childest wishes
They're after my money, fulfilling their childish desires


Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes
Don't trust women who are involved in dangerous activities, like sleeping with mobsters


Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough
They're obvious about their gold-digging and trying to get my money


Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo'
I switch up my style and get new cars


So when your click roll, I let my clips go, Niggas on opposite polls
If your crew comes up against mine, we'll have a shoot-out


I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole
I'm confident and capable even in tough situations


Inhuman, living hostile opposed
Living in harsh conditions makes us seem inhuman and hostile


To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes
We're used to living on the streets, it's ingrained in us


Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in suburbans with liquor
We wear Aeropostale clothes while the rich people in Vernon drink in their fancy cars


Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas
Our enemies are ridiculous and disgusting


See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference
When someone is shot, it makes a loud noise that is distinct


Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens
Some people do cocaine and have sex with underage girls


You can't be a kingpin when you snitching
You can't claim to be a successful drug dealer if you're a snitch


Regardless, we still make you a target
Even if you snitch, you're still in danger


We shoot you and chill, chrome objects
We'll shoot you and then calmly walk away with our guns


Hit you in your projects, its street anomics
We'll target you in your own neighborhood, it's just how things are in the streets


This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics
This song is censored and written in slang language familiar to black Americans


Miserable cats, hunger painting
We're suffering and struggling to make ends meet


Get off your ass, stop complaining
Stop being lazy and complaining about your situation


My crew be in Montego Bay margariting
My crew is enjoying themselves in Jamaica


While you home, waiting your arraignment
While you're locked up waiting for your court hearing


This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment
You talk about living the thug life, but I'm the one making millions from my music career


Now back in the hood, certain cats they want to kill me
Even though I'm successful, some people in my neighborhood still want to harm me


They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me
They try to intimidate me with their cold stares, but secretly they still respect me


You gotta love it, you gotta love it
This is just how it is in the streets, you have to accept it




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@elpusegato

This is the version I remember. Thanks for sharing

@kevinjohnson1632

Goodmorning I’m still here 💯

@cooljrhee5806

Stiil good morning in 2020

@rareitems7449

This is great. This is the Nas I love.

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The great 1! Nas!!!

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Still good morning

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I love this man ugh!!!

@jayanthony5864

The G.O.A.T.

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godly

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He always stealing my Barz

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