Man y'all..
Nigga all y'all Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these If I needed a ride, I called on 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 Don't with 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, cause I got drugs When all my drugs gone, nigga all my gone And I'm scared to eat, the of the bread and the butter Because that, all the god damn bud gone I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a said that, it would it be days like this But not a life like this, so I take a like this and slice like this Take life like this, fuck around and I my own life like this Or me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like this That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a And I do click quick, it might be and zones To a nigga bones, but never be stones and sticks I the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking 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 of the blues cat I got tired of motherfuckers, a nigga for granted All I got is my mind, I can't lose use that, even though a nigga mind gone It ain't lost, cause I know it's at Just on another level than boys, around For the paper stack, I'ma go where it's 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 wanna see you bleed Because, I give a damn no more Niggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck you Finally, I me
It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn changed I peeped 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, done learned without a Man most of these niggaz, be around for the 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 yourself And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean You better on note, cause I'll 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 Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts So don't come now bitch When you showed everybody, all kinds of 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 Everybody we was cool with, you too And everybody who was us, fuck you too It just a little time, for me to find myself And why we getting rich off ourself
x2]
Better your back, and identify yourself one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every weapon I pack, fuck and fr-fry yourself A ass patty melt, no remorses gon be felt I be dealing, with a less than G individual Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be I never did trust no bitch, and I don't no nigga Fuck all of my associates, but in a life of a motherfucker 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 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 my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, a razor blade And the reason, I wear long Y'all can't help me, I don't your help I just some, leave me alone I wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets Bitch, just leave me to Don't call my phone, give folk don't give a damn If I get one in my dome, you dealing Y'all don't understand my zone, finally I me
x4]
This Ridgemont 4 forever, The motherfucking Crooked, I'm saying I ain't having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf You I'm saying, so send the hoes to another Nigga, you me, it's 2K1 bitch, forever Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't nowhere Still chopping Double D nigga, tap tap