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I'm Bout It Soundtrack lyrics Much Love lyrics Yo, this for all the thugs out there Hustlin, strugglin Even with them 9 to 5 I gotta let you know that Somebody loves you baby I know I love mine I think back to shit that happened Now when we first met, my people really wasn't Down for seeing me with a nigga who was thuggin They told me you was trouble and wouldn't amount to shit They said you'd hold me back And give me plenty kids They didn't even want to try and get to know you better my dad was like hell no And moms was like whatever But never in my life have I felt this way And I know that this is right no matter what they say Even though you on the grime Tryin to turn a dime into a dollar You never to busy to holler Askin bout my day my needs my feelings Man enough to tell me what we got is realing Toughing up my game, preparing me for these streets Cause every brother don't treat every sister like a queen You visualize my dreams and speak from your heart Much love to my thug boo I hope we never part Lets make it last forever [Chorus] Through thick and thin and up and down You have shown me love So I'm gone be right by your side Got much love for my thug I remember when we got our very first little place Not much furniture, but still we had each other It was dead smack in the middle of the hood But it was all good Cause we be livin large once we could But for now we was barely seeing pennies I was waitin tables And you was on the corner wild with them 20's The land of plenty seemed so far away But your bus rides and flights Put it closer in eyesight Long nights of cookin, cuttin and baggin Kept your nerves bad and your eyes red and saggin Staggerin in the door drunk Pushin my accusations about them hoes Time to flaunt I was sure you was messing around We start to fight Even though I was wrong You loved it when I stood my ground strong That's why you kept me on your arm on your way up My thug had me tight in his corner I got much love [Chorus] Now, here we are plush cribs and cars You hold the title of the newest ghetto star You gotta watch you back Cause them niggaz out to jack And you gotta guard my tracks Cause them niggaz kidnap You even made me pack a baby nine in my purse Took me to the shootin range How to aim and where to hurt Make they families feel the worse Cause loosing me your biggest fears You said you wasn't even trying to shed those tears So now I here that your having your flings I just laugh cause them broads will never wear my rings Have my things and Most of all have your heart We got the strongest ghetto love that will never part So, when you fell I stood by your side Took a stand in line Never let them break me Though they tried Cause through it all I'll be by you thug Real for you thug Even kill for you thug Much love [Chorus] Other I'm Bout It Soundtrack lyrics: Meal Ticket lyrics Situation on Dirty lyrics What Cha Think lyrics Come on lyrics How You Do Dat lyrics Don't Mess Around lyrics If I Could Change lyrics Faces of Death lyrics Down and Dirty lyrics Pushin Inside You lyrics Before I Die lyrics For Realz lyrics Lock Down lyrics Heat lyrics Murder Murder lyrics Ride 4 U lyrics That Thing is on lyrics Who's Who lyrics Cops Runnin' After Ya lyrics Game Tight lyrics Why They Wanna See Me Dead lyrics |