Hell Razah - Ghetto Love (feat. Baghdad) Lyrics
f/ Baghdad[Movie Sample]Well it's like thisI come home every evening and everythingAnd she's always accused me of cheatingCheating, everyday, everyday...{*phone rings*[Intro - Baghdad]Aiyo, yo, yo let me talk to you for a minuteLet me talk to you for a minuteI'm sayin', you always be on that bullshitI'm sayin', I'm out here doin' this shitKnowhatI'msayin? You think I'm hangin' outAnd shit, ***** that manWord up man, I'm doin' this shitYou see this shit, don't be listenin, manYou on that *****in bullshit everydayEverytime I try to talk to you, be on that shit[Chorus - all]Love, love, love, love, love, love, love (x2)Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, loveLove, love, love, love, love, love, love[Baghdad]Most selected, chocolate complectedI nicknamed Nightlite before I sexed itThe heart reflect itYou ain't right, you ain't a virginBut you want to get married in whiteBe a wife in the second stage part of ya lifeGet a divorce, just to escape wit the iceBeside ya job, ya rather be slobbin' the knobJust because a nigga be drivin' a carHittin' it raw by the stove on the kitchen floorOn the phone wit his boys callin you some hot whoreHow much more, fever can you catch beforeYou learn a lesson and understand what I've been manifestin'Grow up and stop actin' like a adolesenceCome from behind the shadows and be my moon crescent[Interlude - Baghdad]See that's the shit manEvery time I turn around, manWord up, man, you think I'm out *****in wit these groupies, manAin't that time for that shitTryin' to do this manTryin' to do this as a family, tryin' get the moneyNiggas thinkin' I'm *****in' hangin' out and shitSmokin' weed and just hangin out in the cornerBut until you be up in there manWe takin it wild, we doin shit in the studioWhat do you expect, just to go lyin' and shitWord up, man[Chorus x2][Hell Razah]We had two kids, two sets of keys to the cribTalks on the Brooklyn Bridge, receive and giveKnowledge, how to eat and live, and teach a wizCorrupt seed bring forth corrupt fruitsI seem to notice that you change when you touch lootAnd every nigga in a Range ain't the one, booWe had a rose, beautiful but yet deadlyI was wit you in ya mind, body and soulMoney and clothes make young girls wanna be hoesIn the nail salon, polish all their fingers and toesYou was chose to be loyal and I be there for youNight, you can only smell my frank incense oillonely, tempted by gifts the nigga bought youGuilty, talk about other bullshit I taught youLeavin' you a message every time I call youVoicemail from a top choice femaleMy pearl in a oyster at the bottom of a seashellShe said I do crime and I'mma see jailKids are goin' criminal, just to eat wellMy woman can't be strong when she got a weak maleI need a man to land on, whenever plans fell[Chorus x2][Outro - Baghdad]Word man, I ***** thatHand me that bullshit, I'm out, manWord up, I'm outYou see that shit you be doinI can't ***** youThen you wanna call meTalkin about you sorry, knowhatI'msayinYou best to stay, I ain't got time for thatEvery time I turn around, you try to accuse meOf messin wit somebodyYa friend's, sister's, brother's, uncle's, nephewYou never see me, but you always listen to somebody elseEvery time I turn aroundIf it ain't you cousinIt's your brother's, friend's, uncle's nephewIt's always somethin'Word up, it can happenIt can happen, it can happenYo you ain't see it, it can happen
