Here's a tune about this honey named Renee   That I met one day   On my way back from John Jay   I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train   I tap her on her shoulders   Excuse me Miss, but can I get your name   She said my name is Renee   I said I got a whole lot to say   So may I walk you to yo subway   She said if you want   So yo, we started talking   I brought us two franks and two drinks   And we began walking   I had to see where that head was at   'Cause her gear was mad phat   So we must chat about this and that   She told me what she was in school for    She wants to be a lawyer   In other words shorty studies law   I'm telling shorty I'm a writer   And as she's looking for the token   She drops a package of the EZ-wider   Covers her mouth with her name ring   I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rocks   I do the same thing   But yet I use Philly Blunts   She said I never dealt with Philly Blunts   Because I heard that's for silly stunts   I said, nah they burn slower   Right now I really don't know ya   But maybe later on I can get to show ya      Chorus:      A ghetto love is the law that we live by   Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die   I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday   Give it up for my shorty, shorty(2x)       So now we sittin' on the train   Besides the fingernails   Shorty got the hairdo of pain   Now understand she got flava   A tough leather jacket,with some jeans and a chain that her moms gave her   Got off the train about 6:34   She wasn't sure she had grub for the dog so we hit the store   Went to the crib   And turned the lights on   A mad magazine stand   From Essence to Right On   A leather couch   Stero system with crazy cd's   Understand kid she got g's   She said cheeks do what you want   She said I'm gonna feed the dog   I said alright well I'ma roll this blunt   She came back with stretch pants and a ponytail, a t-shirt   A yo, Ty I got a tender-roni girl   We're sitting on the couch chattin   We're smoking blunts on the balcony   We're staring at Manhattan    She started feeling on my chest   I started feeling on her breasts   And there's no need for me to stress the rest   A yo, I got myself a winner   We sparked a blunt before we ate   And a blunt after we ate dinner   She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see   But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci   I'm like whatever shorty rock    We can swing it like that   Cause on the real this is where it's at.      Chorus (2X)      I woke up the next day on the waterbed   A letter's on the pillow    And this what the letter said   It said cheeks, I'll be home around two   You was deep in yo sleep   So I didn't want to bother you   I left my number for shorty to call me later   Got dressed   Smoked a blunt   And then I bounced towards the elevator   I got a beep around three   I'm asking shorty what's up with you   She's asking what's up with me   And now we been together for weeks   Candlelight dinner with my shorty   Crack a 40 with my naughty freaks   Hey man, I never been in love   But everytime I'm bouncin' in and outta state   It's shorty that I'm thinking of   I'm hanging out with my crew   I get a beep from Renee   Because Renee uses code too   But yet I'm chattin' with her mom dukes   She says Renee's been shot   So cheeks, meet me up at St. Lukes   I jumps on the Van Wyck   I gotta make it there quick   A yo , this shit is gettin' mad thick   Not even thinking about the po nine   I'm doing a buck, who gives a fuck   I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine   I gotta see what's going on   And by the time I reach the hospital   They tell me Mr. Cheeks   Renee is gone    I pour beer out for my shorty who ain't here   I'm from the ghetto   So yo   This is how I shed my tears      Chorus (4x)