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Chorus (2x):
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You just don't know what you do to me
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And I hope you know what you got
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Master P:
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I remember walking you from school and homies hate me
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But I ain't tripping cause I knew one day girl you'd be my lady
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Probably have my baby I know it sound crazy
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But thugs need love and if you real girl save me
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Your loyalty got me a sucker for love
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And when I went to jail you sent kisses and hugs
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And I could feel your lips through your letters
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You said wait for me, 'cause you down with whatever
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Now I'm out girl and we balling
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Mansions, 600 Benzes, Lex Luther, trucks and Ferraries
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Rolex watches and bracelets
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Diamonds on your ears and taking trips in foreign places
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Now we be hooked like drugs
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But you been there from the beginning, that's why we call it ghetto love
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And I hope you know what you got
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You just don't know what you do to me
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And I hope you know what you got
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Mia X:
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My thug love got the weight of the world on his shoulders
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So every chance I get I try to grab him and hold him
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Boo you know I care, I'm gone be there through the toughest of times
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Trying not to ever stress ya take the pressure off ya mind
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You my kind of nigga ain't nobody else gone do
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I can't see being in love without you
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Beside me, inside me, nothing can divide you and me
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That's why them other broads know we gone be
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I ain't tripping, although your ass be slipping sometimes
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Running around and creeping but you know just where to find your true love
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Before the fame the big names and the money
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I was at the bus stop with you honey
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That's why you got me pushing phat ass rides
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With a swoll bank account living in a million dollar house, but don't doubt
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If you gotta go back to the projects I won't diss ya
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I'm coming right with ya cause I love you thug
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Chorus (5x)
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Ghetto Love
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| Master P f/ Mia X, Mo B. Dick |
