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If You Only Knew

This song is by GP Wu and appears on the album Don't Go Against The Grain (1997).

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 a open eye on your prize

But she can do a 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

If ya nigga only knew
That little trick put your lips at you too

Yo, 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 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 support sex without the condom, ya feel me?"

Very quickly she ripped out the Lifestyles
And slobbed on the knob for a while
The thoughts that ran through my head was if her man only knew
How his baby mother is connivin' and untrue

Either ya do or ya don't, ya will or ya won't
I'm one to believe niggaz girls be gettin' boned
Every day of the year, these chickens don't care
They're living in a world that's unfair

If ya nigga only knew that I was runnin' up in you
What would he do?
If ya nigga only see how his wifey was stressin' me

He would leave you alone
He will find another chicken head to bone
And you better believe that you'll be gone
And I hope you're independent
I hope you're independent, baby, switch


Written by:

Miller Bob; Van Sciver Esther

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