Song | If You Only Knew |
Artist | GP Wu |
Album | Don't Go Against the Grain |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Verse 1: | |
Yo, yo your girl's fucked up | |
Your world's fucked up | |
Situations a nigga go through | |
He don't show a sensitive side | |
So he keeps it inside | |
With so much stress buildin' up | |
That you are ready to die for a love | |
A lot of things he tries to hide | |
Covers the tracks you got no solid proof | |
So you gotta let it slide | |
And i know it's tearing you apart inside | |
Everywhere you go you tell a nigga | |
Keep an open eye on your prize | |
But she can do up dirt on the low | |
Because if nobody seen it you don't really know the 411 | |
But you heard she hittin' niggas off | |
Runnin' around the projects like a chicken with her head cut off | |
No respect for herself whatsoever | |
If you hit the spot you could get her hot | |
And run up in her | |
You thought she was your bread-winner | |
Fed up with aggravation, a black girl lost | |
Trapped in a world of temptation | |
Chorus: | |
If ya nigga only knew | |
(that little trick put your lips at you too) | |
Verse 2: | |
I know this trick named trina | |
Trina drives a beamer | |
Everyday around my way | |
She comes through at a quarter to 2 | |
If her man only knew like keith sweat | |
His so-called chick was straight twisted, wicked | |
Let me put you under what she did kid | |
I had her in the back-seat of the whip | |
Money was low and really couldn't fuck with the mo | |
One of them days i didn't have a place to go | |
She said so let's get it on | |
We don't need a whole lotta room to perform | |
Ya hear me? | |
As i responded loud and clearly | |
I don't really support sex without the condom | |
Ya feel me? | |
Very quickly she ripped out the life styles | |
And slobbed on the nob for a while | |
The thoughts that ran through my head | |
Was if her man only knew | |
How his baby mother is caniving and untrue | |
Verse 3: | |
Either ya do or ya don't | |
Ya will or ya won't | |
I'm one to believe niggaz's girls be getting boned | |
Every day of the year | |
These chickens don't care | |
They're living in a world that's unfair | |
Chorus: | |
If ya nigga only knew | |
That i was runnin' up in you | |
What would he do? |
Verse 1: | |
Yo, yo your girl' s fucked up | |
Your world' s fucked up | |
Situations a nigga go through | |
He don' t show a sensitive side | |
So he keeps it inside | |
With so much stress buildin' up | |
That you are ready to die for a love | |
A lot of things he tries to hide | |
Covers the tracks you got no solid proof | |
So you gotta let it slide | |
And i know it' s tearing you apart inside | |
Everywhere you go you tell a nigga | |
Keep an open eye on your prize | |
But she can do up dirt on the low | |
Because if nobody seen it you don' t really know the 411 | |
But you heard she hittin' niggas off | |
Runnin' around the projects like a chicken with her head cut off | |
No respect for herself whatsoever | |
If you hit the spot you could get her hot | |
And run up in her | |
You thought she was your breadwinner | |
Fed up with aggravation, a black girl lost | |
Trapped in a world of temptation | |
Chorus: | |
If ya nigga only knew | |
that little trick put your lips at you too | |
Verse 2: | |
I know this trick named trina | |
Trina drives a beamer | |
Everyday around my way | |
She comes through at a quarter to 2 | |
If her man only knew like keith sweat | |
His socalled chick was straight twisted, wicked | |
Let me put you under what she did kid | |
I had her in the backseat of the whip | |
Money was low and really couldn' t fuck with the mo | |
One of them days i didn' t have a place to go | |
She said so let' s get it on | |
We don' t need a whole lotta room to perform | |
Ya hear me? | |
As i responded loud and clearly | |
I don' t really support sex without the condom | |
Ya feel me? | |
Very quickly she ripped out the life styles | |
And slobbed on the nob for a while | |
The thoughts that ran through my head | |
Was if her man only knew | |
How his baby mother is caniving and untrue | |
Verse 3: | |
Either ya do or ya don' t | |
Ya will or ya won' t | |
I' m one to believe niggaz' s girls be getting boned | |
Every day of the year | |
These chickens don' t care | |
They' re living in a world that' s unfair | |
Chorus: | |
If ya nigga only knew | |
That i was runnin' up in you | |
What would he do? |
Verse 1: | |
Yo, yo your girl' s fucked up | |
Your world' s fucked up | |
Situations a nigga go through | |
He don' t show a sensitive side | |
So he keeps it inside | |
With so much stress buildin' up | |
That you are ready to die for a love | |
A lot of things he tries to hide | |
Covers the tracks you got no solid proof | |
So you gotta let it slide | |
And i know it' s tearing you apart inside | |
Everywhere you go you tell a nigga | |
Keep an open eye on your prize | |
But she can do up dirt on the low | |
Because if nobody seen it you don' t really know the 411 | |
But you heard she hittin' niggas off | |
Runnin' around the projects like a chicken with her head cut off | |
No respect for herself whatsoever | |
If you hit the spot you could get her hot | |
And run up in her | |
You thought she was your breadwinner | |
Fed up with aggravation, a black girl lost | |
Trapped in a world of temptation | |
Chorus: | |
If ya nigga only knew | |
that little trick put your lips at you too | |
Verse 2: | |
I know this trick named trina | |
Trina drives a beamer | |
Everyday around my way | |
She comes through at a quarter to 2 | |
If her man only knew like keith sweat | |
His socalled chick was straight twisted, wicked | |
Let me put you under what she did kid | |
I had her in the backseat of the whip | |
Money was low and really couldn' t fuck with the mo | |
One of them days i didn' t have a place to go | |
She said so let' s get it on | |
We don' t need a whole lotta room to perform | |
Ya hear me? | |
As i responded loud and clearly | |
I don' t really support sex without the condom | |
Ya feel me? | |
Very quickly she ripped out the life styles | |
And slobbed on the nob for a while | |
The thoughts that ran through my head | |
Was if her man only knew | |
How his baby mother is caniving and untrue | |
Verse 3: | |
Either ya do or ya don' t | |
Ya will or ya won' t | |
I' m one to believe niggaz' s girls be getting boned | |
Every day of the year | |
These chickens don' t care | |
They' re living in a world that' s unfair | |
Chorus: | |
If ya nigga only knew | |
That i was runnin' up in you | |
What would he do? |