Текст песни Real Thugs

-Girl-Chorus-
I gotta real thug/ Someone who cares for me, who'll ride for me/ It's real love/ Baby I got ya back, exclusively/ Real thug, from the hood, no matter where we be/ I'll feel ya, its what you call a ghetto love story
-2pac-
(As long as one of us got it. Stay down for me.) Now we been kickin it for quite some time/ Remain beside me through my trials in this life of crime/ We done fought so many times, I forgot to count/ I never hit you not a coward/ Rather leave your house/ Remember back in Decemeber when we was tight? Sippin Alize and Crystal, whillin everynight in my bedroom/ Promise that I commit to you soon, tongue kiss me everytime you see me step inside a room/ (Straight out the hood) We promise to be good to eachother/ Plus I love ya, so I know you gon make a good mother/ Just try to understand if I change in time/ It's only cause I never owned anything thats mine/ So I'm trying, you can stay with my momma, but keep the drama to a low/ Never call the police, I never call you "Bitch" or "Hoe"/ We were all born hungry in this world alone/ Finally moved out my Mom's House

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-Bizzy Bone-
And now we livin' in a mini-mansion on the water/ Your man is "The Man" and we 'bout to have a daughter/ So once your stomach bubble, you'll get a little thicker/ Your still the sexiest woman I've ever seen, nigga/ Sippin' liquor like I always do, run, might slip, pass out/ But I'm the only one who truly love you/ Yo' Momma hurt me, your Daddy ain't around/ My Momma love you, damn, ain't my Momma down? I trust you so much we got the same bank account/ It's just some ghetto love, what 'cha thinkin' about? Ain't this the subject that we singin' about, let me get back to this bar/ So I can tell ya what I'm drinkin' about/ We bought the first Porsche and the 7th Benz, and we gon' get a Bentley when we go platinum/ We got it together and weathered the storm/ Boo Boo, I love you/ My word is my bond
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-2pac-
Born through hard times ghetto child of mine/ I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes/ To be honest it's a hard road/ Just keep your faith in God, knowin' you'll scarred though/ Look at him walkin' and talkin/ A little child with my eyes and mouth/ Father, watch over little seeds, help me guide them out/ Had to change my whole lifestyle/ Married my baby's momma, made her my wife now/ I'm tryin hard yall
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