G.P. Wu - If You Only Knew lyrics

[Intro: Pop Da Brown Hornet] + (Down Low Recka) I'mma tell all you playa haters, right, for real (uh-huh, yeah) All you playa haters is runnin' round, tellin' on n***as (they got a union) I see your man (we got a union for ya'll) talkin' this and that, right You makin' 21 dollars an hour, doin' that lil' s**er sh** Or whatever the case might be, you might be able to sneak thru the back door Cuz you did that lil' ol' punk sh**, yeah, I've seen slim doin' that And then slim doin' this, and slim doin' that You didn't see me with your girl, though And you gettin' paid to tell that, n***a? (The name of this piece is called, I Got a b**h, word the f** up When I got a b**h, I got a b**h, for real When I got a b**h, I got a b**h, I'm not playin' no games When you got a b**h, I got your b**h, when you ain't around I got a b**h) *Yo, we gon' do another one, we gon' do another one for you* (Yo, yo) [Down Low Recka] Your girl's f**ed up, your world's f**ed up Situations a n***a 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 n***a 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' n***as 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: Down Low Recka] + (Rubbabandz) If ya n***a only knew (That little trick put your lips at you too) [June Luva] 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 f** 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 s** 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 [Pop Da Brown Hornet] Either ya do or ya don't, ya will or ya won't I'm one to believe n***as'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: Down Low Recka] If ya n***a only knew, that I was runnin' Up in you (what would he do?) If ya n***a only seen, how his wifey Was stressin' me... he would leave, he would leave You alone, you alone He would find another chicken head to bone And you better believe, you better believe That you'll be gone, that you'll be gone And I hope you're independent, I hope you're independent, baby... Switch! *beat switch* [Rubbabandz] Raiders of the Lost Art, I master style by a long mile Showin' many battle I'm the winner I curse your record sales thinner, to any contender Tryin' to take my title I'm a heavy hitter You tryin' to catch my blow it's suicidal I'm any musicians idol Vary from rock and roll to a orchestra recital Colossal, hip-hop apostle Inquirin' minds wanna know, if I ever fall off, it's impossible I got too much potential, and plus you just startin' I got too much pride to bait, so I demand you partin' [June Luva] Okay, okay, ya'll best to leave me alone I'm in the zone, holdin' it down on my own Come on, bring it own, I barracade crews If you snooze like Kool G. Rap, n***a you loose I bruise and inflict pain, who couldn't handle So if you feelin' then pick at what's comin', take a gamble I dare you, triple dare you, I'm not scared of you Besides that your rhymes ain't sh**, they're uncomparable So stop, lookin, look ahead mista Ain't no turnin back once the j**el comes to get you, you got And the most beautifullest thing is when I drop my pants and let my nuts swing Mothaf**az, can you dig it? Best to back it? Up ain't no tellin' what's comin' from out my jacket (BLOW!) Duck son, this one here's a free-bee So go spread the word, n***as can't see me n***as can't see me, n***as can't see me n***as can't see me, n***as can't see me n***as can't see me, n***as can't f**in' see me [Outro: Pop Da Brown Hornet] When you wake up in the morning, you look in the mirror And you say, look here, right That n***a, came off, right? Word is bond, look at this s**er sh** here, right What I did wrong, I had too many beers Some ol' s**a sh**, right, and you come back out right And you do what you gotta do, man All that s**a sh** about corn...