Man y'all..
Nigga fuck all all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes If I needed a ride, I on niggaz If I wanted 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, damn lost all of my blood is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz Y'all come around, cause 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 after that, all the god bud gone I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a Mama said that, it it be days like this But not a life like this, so I take a like this and slice like this life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like this Or click me a bitch nigga, in the like this That's bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch And I do click quick, it might be halves and To break a nigga bones, but never be and sticks I ain't the bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my Finally, I me
x2] Man fuck, finally I me Man you hoes, I found me
I use to be a cat Now a of the blues cat I got tired of motherfuckers, taking a for granted All I got is my mind, I can't that I'ma use that, even though a nigga gone It ain't lost, cause I where it's at on another level than boys, around here For the stack, cause I'ma go where it's at I like a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga) Damn though, some of try to bo'gaurd a nigga off and get that ass caught, late night On the backstreets, oh Lord It ain't no mercy, I still see you bleed Because, I don't give a damn no Niggaz see 3D-2, and but out fuck you hoes Finally, I me
It's still Guerilla Maab, and a damn thang changed I just the game, and these niggaz be shife the years, I seen a lot of niggaz turn fake Riding thick on the cool, and then I have to You see me and the Maab, learned without a thang 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 you better check yourself And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your If I too enthused, and I got on a mean mask You better stay on note, cause beat your ass It's Guerilla this, and Guerilla Maab that I you better get back, and shut the fuck up For you straight off, and get fucked up Nigga Trae and D and Z-Ro, take nuts So don't come around now you showed everybody, all kinds of love And I ain't got none left, nobody wanna care How we thug, why I'm fin to be alone till I meet my death we was cool with, fuck you too And everybody who was us, fuck you too It just took a time, for me to find myself And that's why we rich off ourself
x2]
Better your back, and identify yourself one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every weapon I pack, fuck around and yourself A ass patty melt, no remorses gon be felt When I be dealing, with a than G individual but a AK shot, is gon be felt I never did trust no bitch, and I trust no nigga all of my associates, but in a life of a life This like me, you get what you suppose to get Pussy in the of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead And I smoke, one of old busted up ass hoes Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one And I speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know Coming around my of the woods, is a no-no I got a 4-4, lay low please Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor blade And the reason, I wear sleeves Y'all can't help me, I don't want your I just want some, me alone I don't go to the club, I'm cool in the streets Bitch, just leave me to Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't a damn If I get one in my dome, fuck you Y'all understand my zone, finally I found me
x4]
This Ridgemont 4 forever, The motherfucking Crooked, I'm saying I ain't having that man, I don't buy wolf tickets You know I'm saying, so the hoes to another Nigga, you feel me, it's 2K1 bitch, Screwed Up Click, my ain't going nowhere Still chopping with D nigga, tap tap