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How Could You Do This To Me

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Remember me like I was FED time

The only thing that I knew

To live my life was doing crime

Even as a young n***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 n***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 n***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 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 f**k 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 b***h

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 ass 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 n***a die I ain't playing no games

And f**k 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

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