Thug Love

[Intro]
Let me make love, love to you
Let me thrill you with my song
Let me replace the love and the faith

[Chorus: Big Pun]
Could it be you're falling in love
With a thug right now?
Could it be you're fallin' in love
With a thug's lifestyle?
Could it be you're falling in love
Right now, right now, right now?

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
Could it be, it can't be, Pun, I'm calling ya bluff
I must be high off this weed 'cause I ain't fallin' in love
All that I ever dreamed of was fucking a thug
So, I could bust a few sluggs and sell a little drugs
Be up in the Benz, chilling, rolling ya blunts
Have the Spanish mommies illing 'cause I'm sitting in front
And niggas on the block sick like, "What you doing with that spic?"
Y'all don't know Puerto Ricans and blacks make the cutest kids?
Ya hair, my eyes, ya nose, and my lips
If it's a boy, hope that God bless him with his daddy's dick
Shit, to tell the truth, with you I know I'm safe
'Cause if another nigga fronting he'll get blown in his face
And I like that
You give me love and I give it right back
But when you flip don't you think I ain't gon' fight back
Pun, you got dough, but you know I got a nice stack
So when you mad, go ahead take ya ice back
I just throw on some lipstick and The Stylistics "Break Up to Make Up"
And you know I hook a steak up
Take you breakfast in bed, nigga, soon as you wake up
Get my jewels back and take another trip to see Jacob
Lovin' the way I do this for you
And every kiss that I blew, Papi Chu, was a kiss for you
Stayed true, faithful, and you can never say I played you
'Cause you my boo and I can never say I hate you

[Chorus: Big Pun]
Could it be you're falling in love
With a thug right now?
Could it be you're falling in love
With a thug's lifestyle?
Could it be you're falling in love
Right now, right now, right now?

[Verse 2: Big Pun]
I swept you off ya feet, you was just walking, crossing the street
Said, "Was you talking to me or was it my boys in my jeep?"
She said "Either or", said she loved the way I play ball
Go after the bigger niggas even though they was twice as tall
Shooting dice in the hall inside of my doorway checking my drawers
Up North style right next to ma balls
Just the little things would impress her a lot
Like when I let her sit in my Lex' tryna guess where where the stash is
God blessed her with ass, she had the perfect mix
She thought morena was an Indian Twist
She had the cinnamon lips, match of rimmy and crisp
Thought she was Dominican the way she was swinging them hips
I never had a clue that she wanna ride for me
But like Donell, shorty had eyes for me
It's a quarter past one, but that's another song, what was wrong?
Why you took so long to put a brotha on?
It wasn't long before we start Bumping and Grinding
Crushing her spine and had her sounding like Busta was rhyming
Busting her hymen, the slightest touch when I bust had her crying
Her bus went by and she was already up in there ryding
Cussing and wilding, talkin' dirty in the back of the Porsche
Whose pussy is this?
Come on daddy, it's yours
Come on

[Chorus: Big Pun]
Could it be you're falling in love
With a thug right now?
Could it be you're falling in love
With a thug's lifestyle?
Could it be you're falling in love
Right now, right now, right now?