Master P - Gangstas Need Love Lyrics
-master p- (talking)Yo, boo, uh, I know I aint never told you this before but, uh, I was justTrying to get my hustle on. but you know what? I just need you to be there forMe, cuz, uh, gangstas need love too.-lawand/mercedes-Since youve been away Ive been down and lonelySince youve been away Ive been thinkng of youTrying to understand, the reason you left meWhat were you going thru?Im missing you (gangstas need love too)Tell me where the road turns (echoed)Verse 1 - master p -Uhhhh, I got you livin in mansionsJumpin out of benzes (honk, honk)Dkny clothes but get fake presidents rolex watchesYou used to wear swatchesDone took you out the ghetto, now your name is miss versaceAlligator purses, met with your reeses, hersheyMiss rev-e-lon when yo lips an hair an toes on tuesdays and thursdaysEven though Im livin wrong, tryin to get my hustle onI want you in your birthday suit when I make it homeSo I can uhhhh then squeeze ya, tease yaYou wanna rub me? let the ice cream man please youI aint got no nine to fiveHustle just to stay aliveKeep you on your gameGive you a pistol with your cute .45Heiffers decieve ya, cuz they wanna be yaTell you Im a thug and they cant wait till I leave yaSo think about what I say and ***** what them hoes sayChorus -lawand and mercedes-Im missin youTell me where the road turns (echoed)-verse 2 - master p-You was a high school queenMet me sellin ice cream on the corner went double-up servin fiendEven though Im a thug, ya love meIf sex was a game, wed a play rugbyI got you flyin first classes on planesJumpin offa trainsTakin cruises on boats, sippin champagneRollin out the red carpet when they see ya $10,000 mink coatThats why them hoes wanna be ya, but they cantTaking trips in land cruisersDroppin off cash to the bankBut they dont know what you done seeThe shit I done put you thru? ? ? you done take for ya booThe feds harass youThe lies you dont told for meAnd when I went to jail you found a way to visit meRunnin up ya phone billSometimes the kids didnt even have a decent mealIt aint no limit to this ghetto loveEven though I mighta slangin drugsYou still showed me loveThats why Im here for ya, booBut just remember (uuuhh) that gangstas need love tooChorusVerse 3 - the shockerI got a ? ? ? and I wonder why and I wonder what she in meAnd man I cant lieCuz Ill be hustlin , hangin wit my homies all night challIll be hustlin from the morning to the night fall, aight chall?Its kinda hard tryin to stay cleanTyrin to chase dreamsTryin to make it happenBut this rappin aint what it seemsKnow what I mean?Now thru thick things ya stood beside meWhen I was on the run, you help me on the realTryin to make a mil but on the realThats tight but a little money cant buy meI need someone who could be trustedTake this hundred gs in case a nigga like me get bustedYa blame it on my moms lifestyleMy thuggish-ruggish friendsYa keep tellin meMy fine lifestyle gonna havta come to an endYa gotta realize I aint tryin to be no broke fartIm takin the chances nowCuz its gonna be hard for our future sons and daughtersIm tryin to take trips to renoCash chips like casinosLive life as a high rollerSilkk the shocker make moves like valentinoI only got one chance, so I got to take itIf you could just be patientDown for the silent 20 just for waitinYo mom think Im a thugShe still dont like meYa friends think Im a ghetto thugBut this is ghetto love that they cant see, gI know when it rains it pours, one day I gotta stopAnd when I do ima be sittin on topAnd gonna be sippin champagne on yachtsCars and tennis bracelets just a thang (meanwhile)Ill be home tonightSo keep it tight for this gangsta
