Lost Little Girl

(Ja Rule) Yeah, uh, Ja Rule uh uh uh Here to talk about the lost one It's a damn shame Fuckin Shakin that ass, Shakin that ass, yo, huh (Chorus: Ja Rule) Lost little girl I seen how love can turn to lust inside a Lost little girl I seen how pain can turn to trust within a Lost little girl She can get a man to do anything but she's a Lost little girl This sexy thing is only 17 and she's a Lost little girl (Verse 1: Ja Rule) I admit I get a lot of love from women It's only cause if I put that thug lovin in them It's hard as a mitten Gotta hit the club and bang out Song after song till I end up in the wrong route Tank top, sweat it out Where she's shakin that ass shakin that ass And got her breast pressed to the glass Strobe lights flashin That X is kickin in And I'm orderin the chrissy open bottles of tin On our stairway to heaven baby bring a friend Putaya sayin, fuck in a stretch benz You know me I like it wet, rode slowly By the way baby, how old is you codie You lookin a little young to me And how many you had that girl on, two or three It's a damn shame But she coulda had the world And now she's nothing more than a (Chorus) (Verse 2: Ja Rule) Chill little girl put up in a world of confusion Pop was abusin one of gods children Can't wait for losin my soul is dead And she's feelin like her worth is between her legs She start fucking niggas and learn to show'em respect They a father figure she honor love and protect To your down ass bitch One you could cuddle up and wile out with We call it thug love Hot sex and hard drugs was a thing of the past But look here murder inc nigga bringin it back We got them stressed strung out beatin to be hung out Cry in their crib backs when they say why Would I get involved with niggas Involved with killaz Involved with dealers Involved with niggas that make millions She coulda had it all Including the world Now she's nothing more than a (Chorus) (Verse 3: Ja Rule) She's in danger now, she ain't livin her life right She got a man but her mans livin his own life With his wife and kids his crib and Bonnevilles The benz that only spins on them chromey wheels What has he done for you lately Only remind you of when them times a little bit rider A dick and hes crazy and will reminds us And then he hit you with that one last promise You want it to be the truth so bad You lookin in his eye and your cryin, sayin he ain't lyin But you know he is But you're a glutton for punishment And you know pain is love So whats wrong with sufferin The hard times have past, the good times are comin (cumin) All over your chest baby thats how your lovin it And its sad cause you coulda had the world Now your nothin but a (Chorus) Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl