Man y'all..
Nigga fuck all Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all hoes If I a ride, I called on niggaz If I wanted some ass, I on hoes But not no mo' though, I get around in a out fo' do' And got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love Razor blade to the wrist, damn near all of my blood is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz Y'all just come around, I got them drugs When all my gone, nigga all my thugs gone And I'm scared to eat, the last of the and the butter after that, all the god damn bud gone I'm a struggler, I wish I was a bubbler said that, it would it be days like this But not a life this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this Take life like this, around and I take my own life like this Or click me a nigga, in the windpipe like this That's right bitch, I'm a son of a bitch And I do click quick, it might be and zones To break a nigga bones, but never be and sticks I ain't the bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode And fuck that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul Finally, I me
x2] Man fuck, I found me Man fuck you hoes, I me
I use to be a cat Now a victim of the cat I got tired of motherfuckers, a nigga for granted All I got is my mind, I can't that I'ma use that, even a nigga mind gone It ain't lost, cause I know where at Just on another level than boys, around For the paper stack, cause I'ma go where at I like a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga) Damn though, some of y'all try to Piss a off and get that ass caught, late night On the backstreets, hollin' oh It ain't no mercy, I still see you bleed Because, I don't a damn no more Niggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out you hoes Finally, I me
It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang I just peeped the game, and these niggaz be the years, I seen a lot of niggaz turn fake Riding on the cool, and then I have to erase You see me and the Maab, done without a thang Man most of niggaz, be around for the fame It ain't no more love, if you ain't kin And if you get up in mine, you gon your end I'm one of a kind, I think you check yourself And it don't mean a thang, if I shake your hand If I too enthused, and I got on a mean mask You better stay on note, cause I'll beat ass It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab I think you get back, and shut the fuck up For you step off, and get fucked up Nigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, nuts So don't come now bitch When you showed everybody, all kinds of And I ain't got none left, didn't wanna care How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone till I my death Everybody we was cool with, you too And everybody who was hating us, you too It just took a time, for me to find myself And that's why we getting rich off
x2]
Better watch back, and identify yourself Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock every weapon I pack, fuck and fr-fry yourself A ass patty melt, no remorses gon be felt When I be dealing, with a less than G but a AK shot, is gon be felt 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 me, you get what you suppose to get Pussy in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my dead And I smoke, one of these old busted up ass Old trailer trash ass hoes, I 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 I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a blade And the reason, I wear sleeves Y'all can't help me, I don't your help I just want some, leave me I don't wanna go to the club, I'm in the streets Bitch, leave me to roam Don't 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 4 forever, Z-Ro The Crooked, know I'm saying I ain't having that riff-raff man, I buy wolf tickets You know I'm saying, so the hoes to another Nigga, you feel me, 2K1 bitch, forever Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't going chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap