Guerilla Maab - How Could You Do This To Me Lyrics
(*talking*)[Trae]Remember me like I was FED timeThe only thing that I knew, to live my life was doing crimeEven as a young nigga, all I ever wanted was to shineThe rude of people, kept guerillas living like we was blindFor the cash, for the shine, for the do' we was busting shotsAnd doing 85 in the hood, running from the copsWith Lil Shae and Big J, trying to bring the click to the topAnd deep inside, I knew the streets would never let us outI don't want no plex, but if you did then I would blast your mindI don't want no cell, but if I get caught up I'm gon do my timeA real nigga forever for the good, for the bad never happy, forever sadNow we doing twenty acts, so I'm on my pen and my padWhen I look at everything that I've done, trying to live lavageI'm sick of living life broke on the edge, and trying to manageYou got my brother in the Penn, for three with a LYou happy thinking it was love, but a nigga could never tell, for the money[Hook - 8x]How could you, do this to me[Dougie D]This is the situation, and everything is looking so crazyAnd I can't even take it, baby mama play candle my baby trippingActing shady, when she the one that *****ed up the familyBut since the fact I'm a playa, Dougie slide right through the plexAnd you know what it is, put this on everything I feelEverything that I love, and everything that I liveMaking my feddy want my money, and watching on whammiesCan't be tripping with the bullshit, because the bullshit is plentyI'm rocking this steady, and I deal what I do working jellyAlways on my P's and Q's, watching out for the federaliesMash for my funds, Dougie D gotta try to get doneIf it's hell or the highway ***** it, I'm cooking then budConstantly on my grind, busting my ass to feed my kidSince them things, that I give my baby mama ain't like a *****It's enough I'm dealing with the lawsAnd it's enough I'm dealing with the niggazPlease don't create a mad me, ***** around and have all y'all singing[Hook - 8x][Z-Ro]I use to wonder how and why, my life was badWanted to be anything, except like my dadMy apple fell far from the tree, straight out of the yardRaising myself among strangers, living on boulevardsGang related, nah just for fortune or fameCause they know me by the Z-Ro, plus they know me by my first namePicture me rolling in my Dodge in trafficI got no love for these niggaz, so keep your groupie ass steppingI can determine the real and the fake, don't make me ball up a pauseAnd punch a mother*****er's grill off his faceCase after case but it ain't slowing me down, see y'allAin't know me at first, I bet y'all knowing me nowSo when my trigga fly a nigga die, I ain't playing no gamesAnd ***** this North and South shit, cause I ain't stating no claimI ain't bring it with me, and I can't take it when I goTo the world, listen at what you did to me when I flow[Hook - 16x]
