Ghetto Luv - 8Ball, Busta Rhymes

Most niggas don’t dig ‘em when they act too tough

But my boo rollin' fat and sip syrup with us

We be like, dust, I’m the dope and she the cut

Always together, hanging like a pair of nuts

Trust, I never mess, I’m one to act like you

When you start trippin', girl, you make wanna fight you

And you don’t back down, always tryna show your ass

I guess that’s why I got so much love for your ass

Whether it be on the corner or in the bed

No matter who’s around, you be down with your man

Learning what I love and loving what I learn about you

No matter what I say, I know I couldn’t do without you

Momma say you got me wrapped around your pinky finger

But she don’t know what you be doing to my pinky finger

Also my mind and my spirit feel good vibe

When I look into your eyes, my ghetto luv

Ghetto love, ghetto luv

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love

Ghetto love, ghetto luv

(Don't, don’t, don’t hurt me again)

Ghetto love, ghetto luv

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love

Ghetto love, ghetto luv

(Don't hurt, don’t, don’t hurt me again)

We’ve been down for years, I done shed tears for your mistakes

Love’s a give and a take, but you ain’t played a fake role

Took me on a stroll through the ghettos of life

Introduced me as your ghetto wife

I remember when we first caught eye connection across the room

Remember when we used to consume lots of weed?

Having deep speech, I suppose

Catch a vibe, and dispose all our clothing

Gold teeth, got tore freaks busting their knees

Trying to get to Slim G’s properties

But I ain’t worried ‘bout a thing, ‘cause through the thick and thin

You’ve been my nigga, been my lover, boy, you’ve been my friend

And I can’t forget the way you made real love feel

Down to die for me, nigga down to kill for your ghetto thrill

And we cool like that

No matter what, I know you got my back… like that

Ghetto love, ghetto luv

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love

Ghetto love, ghetto luv

(Don't, don’t, don’t hurt me again)

Ghetto love, ghetto luv

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love

Ghetto love, ghetto luv

(Don't hurt, don’t, don’t hurt me again)

Damn girl, why you be trippin' like that, man?

Huh, ‘cause you my nigga, I’m ‘posed to trip on you

Look at you…

You know everything is sweet, baby

I guess we got strong love, can’t nobody fuck with us when we together

No, they can’t, ‘cause it’s real

Tell ‘em how you feel about this shit, man…

I would feel it’s a deep concrete love got me sprung

Been sweet on you ever since a little youngin' in the ghetto

Smiling with them gold teeth in your mouth

Make a bitch crazy ‘bout a nigga down south

Young thug indeed, but you’re lovin' me

I’ma dig deeply and make sure you feel me

Scratching up my back and screaming out my name

And I’m glad you respect the game

Baby, we could maintain together, just hang together

Birds of a feather, smoke Mary Jane together

You and I, me and you, situation been sticky

Since way back when I used to give you hickies

Childhood sparks grew into a flame

All through the game, you remained and you didn’t change

Luckily, these handcuffs never buckled me

We keep a cookie jar just for such emergencies

She don’t trip, grip ain’t what we based on

She know I’m hustlin' when a nigga don’t come home

She my bitch (He my nigga)

Dig that, baby

Ain’t no other like my ghetto lover

Ghetto love, ghetto luv

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love

Ghetto love, ghetto luv

(Don't hurt, don’t, don’t hurt me again)

Ghetto love, ghetto luv

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love

Ghetto love, ghetto luv

(Don't, don’t, don’t hurt me again)