Verse One:
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Here's a tune about this honey named Renee
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That I met one day
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On my way back from John Jay
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I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train
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I tap her on her shoulders
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Excuse me Miss, but can I get your name
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She said my name is Renee
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I said I got a whole lot to say
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So may I walk you to your subway
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She said if you want
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So yo, we started talking
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I brought two franks and two drinks
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And we began walking
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I had to see where that head was at
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Because the gear was mad phat
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So we must chat about this and that
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She told me what she was in school for
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She wants to be a lawyer
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In other words shorty studies law
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I'm telling shorty I'm a writer
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And as she's looking for the token
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She drops a pack of the EZ-widers
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Covers her mouth with her name ring
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I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rocks
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I do the same thing
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But yet I use Philly Blunts
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She said I never dealt with Philly Blunts
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Because I heard that's for silly stunts
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I said, nah they burn slower
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Right now I really don't know ya
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But maybe later on I can get to show ya
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Chorus:
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A ghetto love is the law that we live by
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Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
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I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
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Give it up for my shorty, shorty(x2)
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Verse Two:
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So now we sittin' on the train
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Besides the fingernails
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Now shorty got the hairdo of pain
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Now I understand she got flava
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A tough leather jacket,with some jeans and a chain that her moms gave her
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Got off the train about 6:34
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She wasn't sure she had grub for the dog so we hit the store
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Went to the crib
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And turned the lights on
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A mad magazine stand
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From Essence to Right On
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A leather couch
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Stero system with crazy cd's
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Understand cause she got G'z
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She said cheeks do what you want
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She said I'm gonna feed the dog
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I said alright well I'm gonna roll this blunt
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She came back with stretch pants and a ponytail, a t-shirt
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A yo, Fam I got a tender-roni girl
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We're sitting on the couch chattin
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We're smoking blunts off the balcony
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We're stearing at Manhattan now
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She started feeling on my chest
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I started feeling on the breasts
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And there's no need for me to stress the rest
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A yo, I got myself a winner
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We sparked a blunt before we ate
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And a blunt after we ate dinner
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She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see
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But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci
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I'm like whatever shorty rock
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We can swing it like that
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Cause on the real this is where it's at.
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Chorus (2X)
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Verse Three:
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I woke up the next day on the waterbed
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A letter's on the pillow eh
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And this what the letter said
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It said cheeks, I'll be home around two
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You was deep in your sleep
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So I didn't want to bother you
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I left my number for shorty to call me later
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Got dressed
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Smoked a blunt
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And then I bounced towards the elevator
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I got a beep around three
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I'm asking shorty what's up with you
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She's asking what's up with me
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And now we been together for weeks
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Candlelight dinner with my shorty
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Crack a 40 with my naughty freaks
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Hey man, I never been in love
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But everytime I'm burstin' in and outta state
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It's shorty that I'm thinking of
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I'm hanging out with my crew
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I get a beep from Renee
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Because Renee uses code too
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But yet I'm chattin' with her mom dukes
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She said Renee has been shot
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So cheeks, meet me up at St. Lukes
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I jumps on the Van Wyck
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I gotta make it there quick
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A yo , this shit is gettin' mad thick
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Not even thinking about the po nine
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I'm doing a buck, who gives a fuck
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I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine
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I gotta see what's going on
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But by the time I reach the hospital
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They tell me Mr. Cheeks
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Renee is gone
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I'm pouring beer out for my shorty who ain't here
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I'm from the ghetto
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So listen
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This is how I shed my tears
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Chorus (2X)
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Renee
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| Lost Boyz |
