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    "Ghetto Love" Lyrics

    Hard Knocks

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    You claim you're still bitter
    but I got the raw end of the deal

    [ VERSE 1: Hardhead ]
    I heard the expression 'a dog is a man's best friend'
    But I grew up thinkin it was a woman
    But I had to learn the hard way
    Never thought I'd see the day I'd be sleepin on the subway
    But that's the path she chose
    The next day I arose still kickin the same clothes
    I had to make a decision
    Even though I lost her my friends still gave me recognition
    Bein recognized by the guys
    Wasn't a surprise, you see, cause they're my homies
    And with them I get nuff respect (nuff respect)
    When I was down they were there
    When I didn't have, they were more than happy to share
    Inside I feel the pains trapped
    I don't feel she dissed me but I feel I got a bum rap
    The guys knew what I was thinkin of
    The only thing to cure an old love was a new love

    A ghetto love

    [ VERSE 2: Hardhead ]
    It's 3 o'clock, I'm hungry and I'm cold
    I want to call her but she's even changed area codes
    Was it that bad, what I did?
    To hell with it, I go to my man's crib
    Oh, his name is Bezo
    The type of power only friendship could bestow
    I ring his bell and he's alarmed
    And I'm greeted in with open arms
    The next day, a different routine
    I'm caught drinkin on a public scene
    I'm callin my homies to come get me
    Cause I know down they never let me
    Free as a bird, once again I'm chillin
    My homies ain't rich, but to me they're top-billin
    Over, over again they've proven
    Not even a jail cell can separate a real friend
    It seems that our love as a crew gets better and better
    We stick as a posse like a stamp to a letter
    What's theirs is mines, what's mines is theirs
    Cause in this ghetto love game we play fair
    I'm unspoiled by success
    Even though God's blessed they're still not impressed
    The way they once treated me they still treat me
    It's nothin different now cause I'm makin a little money
    Like when we hang, rumbles still continue
    Puttin heads out is still on our menu
    We'll go to war in a heartbeat
    And I never went to war and they ran out and left me
    We're all about one for all and all for one
    And if it's more than one you better have more than one gun
    The only sleep that outlasts love is death
    And we'll hang until one of us takes the last breath
    How close can a clan of man be?
    That one partner's pain is his posse's mysery?
    We say they come a dime a dozen
    But I've been turned on by my own so-called cousins
    Is the blood we shed really thicker than water?
    If it is, then maybe you oughta

    Witness
    A ghetto love

    I'ma always have my homies
    They gon' see me in the cold, or hunger
    or just out there driftin, whatever
    All my homies around the way in the South Bronx
    Jason, Shawn, my man Jim-Jim, the whole posse
    Those who I miss, you know who you are
    [Name], Bezo, Lucky
    The official crew, y'all know
    The same crew that always goes through
    the rain and the shine

    Peace
    This song was submitted on November 17th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Raymond Poole, P. Miller, N Writer Unknown, M. Young.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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