Featuring Mia X Mo B. Dick] Chorus (2x): 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 you wait for me, 'cause you down for 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 fingers and taking trips to foriegn 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 (5x