Man y'all..
Nigga fuck all Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these If I needed a ride, I on niggaz If I some ass, I called on hoes But not no mo' though, I get around in a out fo' do' And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho Don't fuck with Ro hoe, I lost all of my love Razor blade to the wrist, near lost all of my blood This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll Y'all just come around, cause I got them When all my gone, nigga all my thugs gone And I'm scared to eat, the of the bread and the butter Because after that, all the god damn bud I'm a struggler, I wish I was a bubbler Mama said that, it would it be like this But not a like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this Take life like this, fuck around and I my own life like this Or click me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like That's bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch And I do quick, it might be halves and zones To break a nigga bones, but never be stones and I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the commode And fuck everybody that Z-Ro, that's on my soul Finally, I me
x2] Man fuck, finally I 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 that I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind It ain't lost, cause I know it's at Just on level than boys, around here For the stack, cause I'ma go where it's at I sound a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga) Damn though, some of y'all try to Piss a nigga off and get that ass caught, night On the backstreets, hollin' oh It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you 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 thang changed I just peeped the game, and these niggaz be Over the years, I seen a lot of 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 love, therefor if you ain't kin And if you get up in mine, you gon meet end I'm one of a kind, I think you better check And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake hand If I too enthused, and I got on a mean mask You better stay on note, cause beat your ass It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab I think you better get back, and the fuck up For you step off, and get fucked up Nigga and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts So don't around now bitch When you showed everybody, all kinds of And I ain't got left, didn't nobody wanna care How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone I meet my death we was cool with, fuck you too And everybody who was hating us, you too It just took a little time, for me to find And that's why we getting rich off
x2]
Better watch your back, and yourself Nigga one mo' step, and cock back every weapon I pack, fuck around and yourself A punk ass 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 don't no nigga Fuck all of my associates, but in a 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 up ass hoes Old trailer ass hoes, I live life one deep And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', they 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 nigga a lil bit, with a razor blade And the reason, I wear long can't help me, I don't want your help I want some, leave me alone I don't wanna go to the club, I'm in the streets Bitch, just me to roam Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a If I get one in my dome, you dealing Y'all don't my zone, finally I found me
x4]
This 4 forever, Z-Ro The motherfucking Crooked, know I'm I ain't having that riff-raff man, I buy wolf tickets You know I'm saying, so send the hoes to Nigga, you me, it's 2K1 bitch, forever Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't nowhere Still chopping Double D nigga, tap tap