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How Could You? (Explicit)歌词完整版
How Could You Do This To Me - Guerilla Maab
Remember me like I was FED time
The only thing that I knew
To live my life was doing crime
Even as a young ni**a
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 ni**a 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 ni**a could never tell for the money
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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 f**ked 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 b******t
Because the b******t 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 f**k it
I'm cooking then bud
Constantly on my grind
Busting my a** to feed my kid
Since them things
That I give my baby mama ain't like a b**ch
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
F**k around and have all y'all singing
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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 a** stepping
I can determine the real and the fake
Don't make me ball up a pause
And punch a motherf**ker'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 ni**a die I ain't playing no games
And f**k this North and South sh*t
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
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