Text písně Could U Love Me

Yo, Big Will in the place to be, mic check and uh, mic check and uh
Would you love me in the shack in a shanty town 
Would you love me if my pants was hand me downs, huh? 
Yo, yo
Often times I hear a phrase when I´m out and about 
Eight to eighty, all walks of life be shouting it out 
Usually, when its time for a encore I hear it 
Or when I did something hot, evoking the spirit 
It´s weird, its like a double edge sword when ya´ll applaud 
It´s kinda wild, a peace sign, a smile 
How do I respond to the phrase, "I love you Will!"? 
Kinda heavy when I hear it, I´d be like damn for real? 
In a way it makes me wanna stay strong and moral 
But history say I could be gone tomorrow 
And though my future looks floral 
I feel like I´m hoping for much pain 
When people stop shouting my name 
And doubting my game and liking others better than me 
Writing letters to him instead of to me 
A veteran `B´, I know the game, but do me this here
In your heart be clear before you bless my ear 
Come on

Could you love me if I lived in a shanty town 
Could you love me if my pants was hanging down 
Could you love me if my wrist ain´t bling 
If I wasn´t on TV and I ain´t sing, huh? 
Could you love me if my whip wasn´t chrome fitted 
Would my name be easier to forget it, huh? 
Could you love me if wrist ain´t bling 
If I wasn´t on TV and I ain´t sing, huh? 

I pray before I sit with a pen and a pad 
A birth of a thought occurs and it calls me Dad 
To the universe an idea released from me 
Just a CD, nah man, a piece of me 
What you can´t see is when you be dancing `B´ 
Is I asked you a question, that´s how you answer me 
So when you don´t dance, it be like I´m choking from cancer 
Like I wrote rancid rhymes, I can´t survive 
Sure, I rationalize like, oh, I see
But if you don´t like my cut, its like you don´t like me 
Some stuff works, some works not so well 
Its like you work so hard, still get hurt like hell 
Yo, it could tear you apart 
But don´t let your wins go to your heard 
Your losses go to your heart 
And if we ever get the pleasure to meet 
Be clever with it, measure what you yell in the street 
Come on


Whoo, would you
Whoo, could you