(talking)  Say Ty, (what's up)  I'm feeling you yeah (is that right)  But they say I'm too ghetto for you (oh, ha ha)  Let's chill out from the club scene right now (aiight then)  Let's do our ghetto love thang (that's right you my thug boy)    [Chorus]  I don't wanna go to the club  I wanna stay home with my thug  You might want ghetto love  But I just can't get enough - 2x  What you want, I want my ba-by  What you want, I want my thug boy  What you need, I need my ba-by  What you need, I want my thug boy    [C-Murder]  I'm C-Murder Miller, straight up killa  When I met you you say you liked thug figgas  Well here I'm is, I'm a thug lord  With a vest with many tattoos on my chest  So forget the rest, I'm all you need  When I met you I was playing bout 50 some g's  Other be in contact with 50 some ki's  Think back, remember them trips overseas  Now everything I ride be sitting on d's  Leather interior, two T.V.'s  Break you off proper, get you asleep  You said you never had sex on sanded sheets  Never had rough sex till you met me  Want a thug want a rough neck sex with P  Gucci, Prada, Lubitone  And other designers  Ludacris say what's your fantasy  All I wanna know is do you want a thug like me    [Chorus]    [C-Murder]  Nothing lasts forever  Not even love, that's why I'm a thug  That's why I do things just because  It's in my blood my daddy was  Straight from the projects, and a cut-cut boy  If you got it, got to give it up boy  You see me, I'm gone pro-tect you  And everybody in the hood gone respect you  I won't neglect you, and at times  I might have to check you  All I want from you is a ride or die  Stand by my side sometimes get high  Fly with me to Jamaica  Subtract yourself from these fakas  I told you, when we first met  Good times bad times you won't forget  And you'll see more cash then you ever could get  And you'll have nice things I wanna see you with  But you got to be strong, hold on  Stay true, other playas want a piece of you  But you could get with this or you could get with that  But I'ma step back and let me see where your mind at    [Chorus - 2x]    (talking)  Yeah, now that's why I love my baby  She gone chill at home instead of go and run the streets  That's thug love, that's ghetto love  That's something you can't get enough of  You know, it's like that, L.T. he hitting it  You heard me, thug love, No Limit  C-Murder, Ty, TRU Records respect us  2001, 2002, 2003, you heard me, peep game  Straight up, what's up, peace out