C-Murder

C-Murder - They Don't Really Know You lyrics

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[Master P]

Yo C, that's where your boo stay at?

Oh they ballin' like that huh?

What they think about you fool?



Chorus [Erica Foxx]



Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you 

I don't care what they say 

Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you 

I don't care what they say 



[Erica Foxx]

I'm down with you, 'til the end boy

when the strugglin', hustlin', thuggin', lovin'

So I ain't trippin' on what they sayin' 

about you, cause I got you, even if your creepin'



Chorus [Erica Foxx]



Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you 

I don't care what they say 

Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you 

I don't care what they say 



[C-Murder]

It's like one plus one, equals me and you, boo

I know you forever TRU by the things you do 

Not only would you ride, die, and cry for me 

You'll even take my charge, kiss your baby bye for me 

Now that's love, that unconditinal kind

If we broke up, or you throw up, you might lose your mind

You catch me red-handed, with my hands on the goods

But you let me slide cause you know I'm straight out the hood

You say it's because of all the little things I do

If minds only knew the real things we been through

But most of all I like the way you be scratching my back 

and grabbin' my pillows and pulling the sheets, when you're lovin' me



Chorus [Erica Foxx]



Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you 

I don't care what they say 

Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you 

I don't care what they say 



[Master P]

Now you gonna ride with me wodie when times get hard

Now if my luck change, then we both live large

Take care of the kids, cause I'll be home in a week 

and that diamond bezzle you wanted, it's under the tree

Six carots, two minks, I'll be bringing with me 

Them ?? get out cause I'm ready to flee

See I like a thug girl that's gonna keep it real 

And when the cops pull us over, she's gonna hide that steel

And my boonapalist post bail when a soldier be down 

And she even hit a lick, just to keep me 'round

My little boo don't even trip when they be wanting her man 

Cause when she go shopping, is it you and a friend

Tattooed my name on her back cause she loved a thug

And before we go hustlin', it be kisses and hugs 

And don't mess with no scrub, cause she love that bud 

And there ain't no limit to this ghetto love, ya heard me? 



Chorus [Erica Foxx]



Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you 

I don't care what they say 

Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you 

I don't care what they say
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