A Ghetto Luv Story (feat. The Styles Of L & Brian Harvey)

Where do I begin?
To tell the story of how great a love can be
The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me
Where do I start?

This is my ghetto love story
She's always on my mind
And in this ghetto story
She's the love of my life
This is my ghetto love story
I'd kill, for her I die
And in this ghetto story
I'm hers and she is mine

Yeah, yeah
I'm attacking every prick that's talking crap about my chick
They'll get smacked up really quick and then get stabbed up in the dick
I will smash you with a brick until your skull is fucking cracked
'Fore I blast you with the gat and leave your dome all fucking capped
I will murder for my girl because I love my boo to bits
If you fuck around with her, man, I will cut you into bits
I will pop you with them things that'll make your body flip and spin
Then I'll drop you with a swing and have you bodied in a min
When my body's full of gin, man, I'll go crazy with the blade
Lay a finger on my babe and I will slay you with the 'K
Bitch, I'll spray your ass away if you're a pervert in disguise
I will burst the fucking 9 until you're hurting from your spine
Blood will squirt out from your eyes, so don't be stepping outta line
I'm inserting all these knives up in your chest until you die
Don't be flexing on my dime or try to sex her when you can
'Fore machetes fucking slice and leave your flesh all in your hands
Yeah

This is my ghetto love story
She's always on my mind
And in this ghetto story
She's the love of my life
This is my ghetto love story
I'd kill, for her I die
And in this ghetto story
I'm hers and she is mine

Yeah
Her hair is winter fire, January embers
So I burnt her in her sleep, thought I loved her, then I remembered that I hate you
My heart burns where the ashes may take you
It takes two to dance, so I take her hands...
Let's keep it real, if I can't have her, nobody will
And no one's going to fucking touch her when she's burnt to a brittle
And any man that tries, I promise to make him a cripple
And toss a lit match at his casket with gasoline filled within it
You should have told me that you loved me too
Now I'm fucking every woman I come across just to get to you
Feeling a violent itch when your name leaves the lips
Of any motherfucker I've ever seen laying eyes on you
I still get chills, needing pills when I think of you
I drink 'til I spin 'til I'm ill when in need of you
It's The motherfucking Styles Of L
We dine in Hell tonight where the fires dwell

This is my ghetto love story
She's always on my mind
And in this ghetto story
She's the love of my life
This is my ghetto love story
I'd kill, for her I die
And in this ghetto story
I'm hers and she is mine

Where do I begin?
To tell the story of how great a love can be
The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me
Where do I start?