| Song | If You Only Knew |
| Artist | GP Wu |
| Album | Don't Go Against the Grain |
| 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? |