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 onl