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Fecha de emisión: 31.12.2006
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Much Love |
Yo, this for all the thugs out there |
Hustlin, strugglin |
Even with them 9 to 5 |
I gotta let you know that |
Somebody loves you baby |
I know I love mine |
I think back to shit that happened |
Now when we first met, my people really wasn’t |
Down for seeing me with a nigga who was thuggin |
They told me you was trouble and wouldn’t amount to shit |
They said you’d hold me back |
And give me plenty kids |
They didn’t even want to try and get to know you better |
My dad was like hell no |
And moms was like whatever |
But never in my life have I felt this way |
And I know that this is right no matter what they say |
Even though you on the grime |
Tryin to turn a dime into a dollar |
You never to busy to holler |
Askin bout my day my needs my feelings |
Man enough to tell me what we got is realing |
Toughing up my game, preparing me for these streets |
Cause every brother don’t treat every sister like a queen |
You visualize my dreams and speak from your heart |
Much love to my thug |
Boo I hope we never part |
Lets make it last forever |
Through thick and thin and up and down |
You have shown me love |
So I’m gone be right by your side |
Got much love for my thug |
I remember when we got our very first little place |
Not much furniture, but still we had each other |
It was dead smack in the middle of the hood |
But it was all good |
Cause we be livin large once we could |
But for now we was barely seeing pennies |
I was waitin tables |
And you was on the corner wild with them 20's |
The land of plenty seemed so far away |
But your bus rides and flights |
Put it closer in eyesight |
Long nights of cookin, cuttin and baggin |
Kept your nerves bad and your eyes red and saggin |
Staggerin in the door drunk |
Pushin my accusations about them hoes |
Time to flaunt I was sure you was messing around |
We start to fight Even though I was wrong |
You loved it when I stood my ground strong |
That’s why you kept me on your arm on your way up |
My thug had me tight in his corner I got much love |
Now, here we are plush cribs and cars |
You hold the title of the newest ghetto star |
You gotta watch you back |
Cause them niggas out to jack |
And you gotta guard my tracks |
Cause them niggas kidnap |
You even made me pack a baby nine in my purse |
Took me to the shootin range |
How to aim and where to hurt |
Make they families feel the worse |
Cause loosing me your biggest fears |
You said you wasn’t even trying to shed those tears |
So now I here that your having your flings |
I just laugh cause them broads will never wear my rings |
Have my things and Most of all have your heart |
We got the strongest ghetto love that will never part |
So, when you fell I stood by your side |
Took a stand in line Never let them break me Though they tried |
Cause through it all I’ll be by you thug |
Real for you thug Even kill for you thug Much love |