Man y'all..
Nigga all y'all Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all hoes If I needed a ride, I on niggaz If I some ass, I called on hoes But not no mo' though, I get in a tinted out fo' do' And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho Don't fuck Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love Razor blade to the wrist, near lost all of my blood This is to all my thugs, ya'll niggaz Y'all just come around, I got them drugs When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the Because that, all the god damn bud gone I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I I was a bubbler Mama said that, it would it be days like But not a life like this, so I take a like this and slice like this Take life like this, fuck and I take my own life like this Or click me a bitch nigga, in the like this That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a And I do click quick, it might be and zones To break a nigga bones, but be stones and sticks I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the commode And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my Finally, I me
x2] Man fuck, I found me Man you hoes, I found me
I use to be a cat Now a victim of the cat I got of motherfuckers, taking a nigga for granted All I got is my mind, I can't lose I'ma use that, though a nigga mind gone It lost, cause I know where it's at Just on another level than boys, here For the paper stack, cause go where it's at I sound a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga) though, some of y'all try to bo'gaurd Piss a off and get that ass caught, late night On the backstreets, oh Lord It ain't no mercy, I wanna see you bleed Because, I don't give a damn no Niggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out you hoes Finally, I me
It's still Guerilla Maab, and a damn thang changed I just peeped the game, and these niggaz be the years, I seen a lot of niggaz turn fake Riding thick on the cool, and then I to erase You see me and the Maab, done learned without a Man most of these niggaz, be for the fame It ain't no more love, therefor if you kin And if you get up in mine, you gon meet end I'm one of a kind, I think you check yourself And it mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean You better stay on note, cause beat your ass It's Guerilla Maab this, and Maab that I you better get back, and shut the fuck up For you straight off, and get fucked up Nigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take So don't come now bitch When you everybody, all kinds of love And I ain't got left, didn't nobody wanna care How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be till I meet my death we was cool with, fuck you too And everybody who was us, fuck you too It just took a little time, for me to find And that's why we getting off ourself
x2]
Better your back, and identify yourself Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock every weapon I pack, fuck around and yourself A punk ass melt, no remorses gon be felt When I be dealing, a less than G individual Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be I never did trust no bitch, and I don't trust no all of my associates, but in a life of a life This motherfucker like me, you get you suppose to get Pussy in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes And I smoke, one of these old busted up ass Old trailer ass hoes, I live life one deep And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga know around my neck of the woods, is a no-no Cause I got a 4-4, lay low Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers never believe That's why a trip a lil bit, with a razor blade And the reason, I wear long Y'all can't help me, I don't want help I just want some, me alone I don't go to the club, I'm cool in the streets Bitch, just leave me to call my cell phone, give folk don't give a damn If I get one in my dome, fuck you Y'all don't my zone, finally I found me
x4]
This Ridgemont 4 forever, The Crooked, know I'm saying I having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets You know I'm saying, so send the hoes to Nigga, you feel me, 2K1 bitch, forever Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't going chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap