(feat. Mia X, Mo B. Dick)



[Chorus x2]



You just don't know what you do to me

And I hope you know what you got



[Master P:]



I remember walking you from school and homies hate me

But I ain't tripping cause I knew one day girl you'd be my lady

Probably have my baby I know it sound crazy

But thugs need love and if you real girl save me

Your loyalty got me a sucker for love

And when I went to jail you sent kisses and hugs

And I could feel your lips through your letters

You said wait for me, 'cause you down with whatever

Now I'm out girl and we balling

Mansions, 600 Benzes, Lex Luther, trucks and Ferraries

Rolex watches and bracelets

Diamonds on your ears and taking trips in foreign places

Now we be hooked like drugs

But you been there from the beginning, that's why we call it ghetto love



And I hope you know what you got

You just don't know what you do to me

And I hope you know what you got



[Mia X:]



My thug love got the weight of the world on his shoulders

So every chance I get I try to grab him and hold him

Boo you know I care, I'm gone be there through the toughest of times

Trying not to ever stress ya take the pressure off ya mind

You my kind of nigga ain't nobody else gone do

I can't see being in love without you

Beside me, inside me, nothing can divide you and me

That's why them other broads know we gone be

I ain't tripping, although your ass be slipping sometimes

Running around and creeping but you know just where to find your true love

Before the fame the big names and the money

I was at the bus stop with you honey

That's why you got me pushing phat ass rides

With a swoll bank account living in a million dollar house, but don't doubt

If you gotta go back to the projects I won't diss ya

I'm coming right with ya cause I love you thug



[Chorus x5]