JAY-Z, Sauce Money - Nuthin' But Love lyrics

They don't be knowin' the way I be flowing
When I be going
I be running the track like Jesse Owens
I disrupt the natural scheme
The way that you do things
Wit a swing and have 'em rockin like, Sting
You say never, you run, if ever you come
It's never you run so fast in
Your life to never have won
Come on and ride the rhythm
I produce like jizm
Just like the Gods I start with
Knowledge and follow with wisdom
For greater understanding, I'm
Landing, blows, and
Knocking sense into those that oppose me, ha!
Enticing when slicing through tracks
You're screaming
"Jesus Christ is back and God
Knows he can rap!"
Me and Sauce put rhythm on the map
So give him his dap
And me, I just take mine, gimme
Those, gimme this, gimme that, fUCK that!
Gimme love, nigga
Sauce Money in the house like

I don't never plan to fall!
Sauce is all-out or nothin, i brawl
Drag niggas like RuPaul
With the funky drummer drumming
I'm never slumming i summon orgasms so I can
Show you how I'm coming
I bang boots, dispute ranks
And execute ganks
To bank loot, while your mind shoot blanks
Dig it, fatal since I was prenatal
Able to drop heavy since the cradle
Cooking biters who nibble on my hooks
Get 'em deep in the files a Boyz n Da Hood
Watch the Fish-burne from furious styles
Never was right but I made it through wrong
Said we waited too long went back in
The lab and created new songs
New styles I stock 'em for
New chicks to jock 'em
Your group when I rock 'em once
Spiders watch to clock 'em
A cut and above the best
Street life struttin to show
Put 'em to the test cause we
Ain't got nuthin' but love

To all my grimys in Crooklyn -
(Nuthin' but love)
And all my peoples Uptown -
(Nuthin' but love)
And all my niggas all around -
(Nuthin' but love)
To all my peeps in hell - (Nuthin' but love)
Bitches who fuck and don't tell -
(Nuthin' but love)
For all you niggas that's WACK! -
(Nuthin' but love)
For keeping our shit FAT! -
(Nuthin' but love)
Sauce Money, Jay-Z (Nuthin' but love)
Here we go again

What you about to feel
You can't doubt the real threat
Peace to all my niggas without a deal yet
And that's comin from the streets cause
We ain't got nuthin but love
Peace to the brothers who keep
Us in ghetto blood

Here's a stamp and seal away, we build
Fuck the tramp who got my man knocked, for
Real, ain't nuthin' but love, champ
The Jigga, Sauce Money representin one time
Strike three, we out
But never out of your mind