Artist: Big Mike Album: Somethin Serious Song: Ghetto Love Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch (Here's a little story that must be told) About some shit I encountered at 17 years old It's like this I'm 17 and I feel I need to get my ass on out Of my grandmama's house Feelin like I don't need to obey no rules And I choose to make money and fuck hoes over school So I cruise up and down the block With a gang of niggas and a pocket full of motherfuckin rocks And a whole lotta game for the fiends Cause this black-ass nigga on a mission ain't takin shorts by no means And I seen everything from hoes I used to know sellin ass To motherfuckers dead from the blast movin fast Gettin caught up in the drama Now I'm able to do things for my little mama And she appreciated every little bit of it Spendin all her time lookin out for me and shit Lettin me know when the situation's gettin shady And I'm startin to feel love for this young lady Cause she was downer than a motherfucker In love wit a nigga like me, but yo she kept it on the undercover She used to say our business ain't show business And them other bitches business ain't yo business So I had to keep her close at hand While I was comin up, cause she was down with her man Understand she grew up with next to nothin And was sick of seein her shit gettin stole every month then Cause her mama smokin up the whole house Now she gotta get her shit together cause she gots to roll on out And the only motherfucker showin love is her nig' That's why she did the shit she did Hit the mall, steal me and her some clothes Hit a lick and break a nigga off some vogues For my motherfuckin car She looked out for me, so I looked out for her Like that? Yeah, it was like that Didn't sweat a bitch cause when I left she'd know I be right back We might fight, black, but it never last long If you try to come between us, nigga, get yo ass on Like them niggas that I hang with Let me know they ain't down, they tryina get at my thang and shit Had to know what has happenin Wasn't like the average nigga gettin caught up in that high cappin What you got don't mean shit And I was quick to get in the mix behind my bitch Far from a trick, and never did she ask for shit Everything she got, she deserved it Young love in the ghetto, hello Knew I had a down hoe, didn't wanna let go Straight based on trust And while other motherfuckers got crushed they couldn't fuck with us To fuck with while we were rollin was unwise, G Cause we were fully strapped, jammin them Isleys (Drifting on a memory) Too deep (Ain't no place I'd rather be) Rollin with somethin sweet So unique You know where I wanna be? Yeah Know where I gotta be? Yeah You know where I'm at?