Man y'all..
Nigga fuck all all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes If I needed a ride, I called on If I wanted some ass, I called on 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 with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love Razor blade to the wrist, damn near all of my blood This is to all my thugs, ya'll niggaz just come around, cause I got them drugs When all my drugs gone, all my thugs gone And I'm scared to eat, the last of the and the butter Because after that, all the god bud gone I'm a struggler, I wish I was a bubbler Mama said that, it would it be days this But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice this Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own 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 ain't the shit bitch, I'm the commode And everybody that ain't 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 tired of motherfuckers, taking a for granted All I got is my mind, I can't that I'ma use that, even though a mind gone It ain't lost, cause I where 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 ass caught, late night On the backstreets, oh Lord It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you Because, I give 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 be shife 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, learned without a thang 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 your hand If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mask You stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that I think you better get back, and shut the up For you straight step off, and get up Nigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take So don't come 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 till I my death Everybody we was 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 off ourself
x2]
Better your back, and identify yourself Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma back every weapon I pack, fuck around and fr-fry A punk ass melt, no remorses gon be felt When I be dealing, with a less G individual but a AK shot, is gon be felt I never did no bitch, and I don't trust no nigga Fuck all of my associates, but in a life of a This motherfucker like me, you get what you to get in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead And I smoke, one of these old busted up ass Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one And I don't speak to the 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 believe That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a blade And the reason, I long sleeves Y'all can't me, I don't want your help I just want some, leave me I wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets Bitch, just leave me to 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 Ridgemont 4 forever, The motherfucking Crooked, know I'm I ain't that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets You know I'm saying, so send the to another Nigga, you feel me, 2K1 bitch, forever Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't nowhere Still chopping with D nigga, tap tap