I got a real thug, someone who cares for me, who will ride for me/ It's real love, baby I got your back exclusively/ Real thug (As long as one of us got it some of us got it) From the 'hood/ No matter where we be I feel ya (Stay down foe me will ya?) That’s what you call a ghetto love story (hold on look, ha)
Tupac
Now we been kickin’ it for quite some time, remain beside me through my trials in this life of crime/ We done fought so many times I forgot to count/ I never hit ya, not a coward, rather leave your house/ Remember back in December when we was tight, sippin’ Alize’ and Cristal wilin’ every night/ In my bedroom promised that I would commit to you soon/ Tongue kiss me every time you seen me step inside a room, straight out the 'hood/ Promised to be good to each other, plus I love ya, so I know ya gon' make a good mother/ Just try to understand, if I change in time, it’s only cause I never owned anything that’s mine so I'm tryin’/ You can stay with my Momma but keep tha drama to a low/ Never call the police, I'll never call you bitch or ho/ We were all born hungry in this world alone, finally moved out my Mom's house; Hold on
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Bizzy Bone
And now we livin’ in a mini-mansion on the water/ Your man is "The Man" and we 'bout to have a daughter/ So once your stomach bubble, you’ll get a lil' thicker/ Your still the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, nigga/ Sippin’ liquor like I always do, run, might slip, pass out/ But I'm the only one who truly love you/ Yo' Momma hurt me, your Daddy ain't around/ My Momma love you, damn, ain't my Momma down? I trust you so much we got the same bank account/ It's just some ghetto love, what 'cha thinkin’ about? Ain't this the subject that we singin’ about, let me get back to this bar/ So I can tell ya what I'm drinkin’ about/ We bought the first Porsche and the 7th Benz, and we gon' get a Bentley when we go platinum/ We got it together and weathered the storm/ Boo Boo, I love you/ My word is my bond
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Tupac
Born through hardtimes, ghetto child of mine/ I wonder if you have to suffer for your Father's crimes/ To be honest it’s a hard road just keep your faith and God/ Knowin’ you’ll be scarred though/ Look at him walkin’ and talkin’/ A lil' child with my eyes and mouth/ Father watch over lil' seeds, help me guide them out; Had to change my whole lifestyle/ Married my baby’s momma, made her my wife now/ I'm tryin’ hard ya'll
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Recorded for the Bizzy Bone album Alpha & Omega (2003)