Guerilla Maab - How Could You Do This To Me lyrics

rate me

[talking]

[Trae]

Remember me like I was FED time

The only thing that I knew, to live my life was doing crime

Even as a young nigga, all I ever wanted was to shine

The rude of people, kept guerillas living like we was blind

For the cash, for the shine, for the do' we was busting shots

And doing 85 in the hood, running from the cops

With Lil Shae and Big J, trying to bring the click to the top

And deep inside, I knew the streets would never let us out

I don't want no plex, but if you did then I would blast your mind

I don't want no cell, but if I get caught up I'm gon do my time

A real nigga forever for the good, for the bad never happy, forever sad

Now we doing twenty acts, so I'm on my pen and my pad

When I look at everything that I've done, trying to live lavage

I'm sick of living life broke on the edge, and trying to manage

You got my brother in the Penn, for three with a L

You happy thinking it was love, but a nigga could never tell, for the money

[Hook x8]

How could you, do this to me

[Dougie D]

This is the situation, and everything is looking so crazy

And I can't even take it, baby mama play candle my baby tripping

Acting shady, when she the one that fucked up the family

But since the fact I'm a playa, Dougie slide right through the plex

And you know what it is, put this on everything I feel

Everything that I love, and everything that I live

Making my feddy want my money, and watching on whammies

Can't be tripping with the bullshit, because the bullshit is plenty

I'm rocking this steady, and I deal what I do working jelly

Always on my P's and Q's, watching out for the federalies

Mash for my funds, Dougie D gotta try to get done

If it's hell or the highway fuck it, I'm cooking then bud

Constantly on my grind, busting my ass to feed my kid

Since them things, that I give my baby mama ain't like a bitch

It's enough I'm dealing with the laws

And it's enough I'm dealing with the niggaz

Please don't create a mad me, fuck around and have all y'all singing

[Hook x8]

[Z-Ro]

I use to wonder how and why, my life was bad

Wanted to be anything, except like my dad

My apple fell far from the tree, straight out of the yard

Raising myself among strangers, living on boulevards

Gang related, nah just for fortune or fame

Cause they know me by the Z-Ro, plus they know me by my first name

Picture me rolling in my Dodge in traffic

I got no love for these niggaz, so keep your groupie ass stepping

I can determine the real and the fake, don't make me ball up a pause

And punch a motherfucker's grill off his face

Case after case but it ain't slowing me down, see y'all

Ain't know me at first, I bet y'all knowing me now

So when my trigga fly a nigga die, I ain't playing no games

And fuck this North and South shit, cause I ain't stating no claim

I ain't bring it with me, and I can't take it when I go

To the world, listen at what you did to me when I flow

[Hook x16]