How Could You Do This to Me
Guerilla Maab Lyrics


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(*talking*)

[Trae]
Remember me like I was FED time
The only thing that I knew, to live my life was doing crime
Even as a young nigga, 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 nigga 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 nigga could never tell, for the money

[Hook - 8x]
How could you, do this to me

[Dougie D]
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 fucked 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 fuck 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 bitch
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, fuck around and have all y'all singing

[Hook - 8x]

[Z-Ro]
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 motherfucker'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 nigga die, I ain't playing no games
And fuck 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





[Hook - 16x]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song "How Could You Do This to Me" by Guerilla Maab involve the struggles, pain, and frustration of living a life of crime and violence. The verses of each rapper express different aspects of their lives, all of which are intertwined with the harsh realities of the streets. Trae's verse speaks of his past in the Federal prison system and his desire to live a better life despite the odds, yet the streets keep pulling him back. Shae and Big J are mentioned as part of his crew, who were also striving for success but hindered by the street life. Meanwhile, Dougie D talks about a personal issue with his baby mama, who is causing drama in his life. Living as a player, Dougie navigates through his problems and still hustles for his money.


Finally, Z-Ro's verse delves into his past and present struggles, his reputation as a tough rapper, and his refusal to be defined by North or South affiliations. The hook "How could you do this to me" repeats throughout the song, implying a sense of betrayal or disappointment. The lyrics of this song do not glorify or celebrate the criminal lifestyle but instead shed light on its negative impact on the lives of those involved in it.


Line by Line Meaning

Remember me like I was FED time
Remember me from my time in prison as a member of the Federal Bureau of Prisons.


The only thing that I knew, to live my life was doing crime
I only knew how to live my life by committing crimes.


Even as a young nigga, all I ever wanted was to shine
Since I was young, all I ever wanted was to be successful.


The rude of people, kept guerillas living like we was blind
The hostility from society made us feel like we were living blindly.


For the cash, for the shine, for the do' we was busting shots
We were willing to shoot for the sake of getting money and attention.


And doing 85 in the hood, running from the cops
We would drive in the hood at high speeds to evade police.


Trying to bring the click to the top
We were working hard to bring our group to the top of the rap scene.


And deep inside, I knew the streets would never let us out
I knew that our lifestyle would never allow us to leave the streets and achieve more in life.


I don't want no plex, but if you did then I would blast your mind
I don't want any disputes, but if you provoke me, I will cause you harm.


I don't want no cell, but if I get caught up I'm gon do my time
I don't want to go to prison, but if I get caught, I'll accept the consequences and serve my sentence.


A real nigga forever for the good, for the bad never happy, forever sad
I'm always true to myself, always feeling conflicted and never truly happy.


Now we doing twenty acts, so I'm on my pen and my pad
I'm now focusing on writing rap lyrics since I'm no longer involved in criminal activities.


When I look at everything that I've done, trying to live lavage
When I reflect on my past actions, I can see that I was trying to live a luxurious lifestyle.


I'm sick of living life broke on the edge, and trying to manage
I'm tired of living paycheck to paycheck and struggling to make ends meet.


You got my brother in the Penn, for three with a L
My brother is currently serving a three-year prison sentence.


You happy thinking it was love, but a nigga could never tell, for the money
You thought that our friendship was genuine, but it was actually motivated by financial gain.


This is the situation, and everything is looking so crazy
The current circumstances are chaotic and overwhelming.


And I can't even take it, baby mama play candle my baby tripping
I can't handle the stress, and my child's mother is being difficult and causing problems.


Acting shady, when she the one that fucked up the family
She's being dishonest when she's the one who caused problems in our relationship.


But since the fact I'm a playa, Dougie slide right through the plex
Since I'm a ladies' man, I easily navigate through complicated situations.


And you know what it is, put this on everything I feel
Believe me when I say that I'm sincere and genuine.


Can't be tripping with the bullshit, because the bullshit is plenty
I can't get caught up in trivial issues because there are too many problems to deal with.


I'm rocking this steady, and I deal what I do working jelly
I'm holding it together and doing my job well.


Always on my P's and Q's, watching out for the federalies
I'm always alert and cautious, wary of law enforcement.


Mash for my funds, Dougie D gotta try to get done
I'm hustling for money and doing my best to make ends meet.


If it's hell or the highway fuck it, I'm cooking then bud
If I have to face difficulty or take risks, then I'll do what it takes to succeed.


Constantly on my grind, busting my ass to feed my kid
I'm working hard every day to provide for my child.


Since them things, that I give my baby mama ain't like a bitch
Since I don't give my child's mother everything she wants, she's acting hostile and irrational.


I use to wonder how and why, my life was bad
I used to question why my life was filled with challenges and hardships.


Wanted to be anything, except like my dad
I wanted to be anything other than what my father was.


My apple fell far from the tree, straight out of the yard
I am very different from my father and his upbringing.


Raising myself among strangers, living on boulevards
I had to grow up on my own, surrounded by strangers and living on the streets.


Gang related, nah just for fortune or fame
My involvement in a gang wasn't for money or fame, but out of necessity.


Cause they know me by the Z-Ro, plus they know me by my first name
I'm well-known by my stage name, and many people know me personally as well.


Picture me rolling in my Dodge in traffic
Imagine me driving my Dodge in the middle of traffic.


I got no love for these niggaz, so keep your groupie ass stepping
I have no interest in being associated with fake or disingenuous people.


I can determine the real and the fake, don't make me ball up a pause
I can tell who is genuine and who isn't, and I won't hesitate to confront someone if necessary.


Case after case but it ain't slowing me down, see y'all
I've been through many legal troubles, but it hasn't stopped me from achieving success.


Ain't know me at first, I bet y'all knowing me now
People might not have known me initially, but now they recognize me and my work.


So when my trigga fly a nigga die, I ain't playing no games
If I pull out my gun and shoot, I mean business and someone will get hurt or killed.


And fuck this North and South shit, cause I ain't stating no claim
I don't align myself with either the North or South of the United States and don't want to be associated with either.


I ain't bring it with me, and I can't take it when I go
I didn't bring material possessions into my life and won't take them with me when I die.


To the world, listen at what you did to me when I flow
Listen closely to the content of my music and pay attention to how the world has affected me.




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Melissa Donahoe

these are the Houston geez that bless us with rap and total orchestry

Jordan Peeks

Melissa Donahoe best music ever made. Period. I grew up on dj screw.

Daymonr254

Right on for the Upload, Mane. 254General

Robert Marshall

This album stays in rotation in the car. Classic

Rumliova Maniac

Dougie D is the shit !!!

ALC ALC

Zro had the best verse on this one 👍👍😎

Vorrtexx Gates

My favorite Guerilla Maab song ever. Love the chopped and slowed version just as much 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Vorrtexx Gates

Of course not. RISE is classic from beginning to end. This was my favorite song from this album in particular

sippdawg85

love this song....mississippi feeling yall h-town niggas for real.....keep that shit up....i have a screwed up version of this thats perfect for sessions.....smoke one fool!!!

Th3rd 3ar Plan3t Radio

i miss this trae... the hungry trae rather. I know DJ screw turning over in his grave right now cause of Z-Ro & Trae not talking to each other anymore.

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