Man y'all..
Nigga fuck all all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes If I a ride, I called on niggaz If I wanted some ass, I 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 with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my blade to the wrist, damn near lost 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, nigga all my thugs And I'm to eat, the last of the bread and the butter Because after that, all the god bud gone I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I I was a bubbler Mama said that, it would it be days 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 bitch nigga, in the like this right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch And I do click quick, it be halves and zones To a nigga bones, but never be stones and sticks I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking 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 of the blues cat I got tired of motherfuckers, taking a for granted All I got is my mind, I can't lose I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind It ain't lost, cause I know it's at Just on another level boys, around here For the paper stack, cause I'ma go 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, oh Lord It no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed Because, I don't give a damn no see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck you hoes Finally, I me
It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn changed I just the game, and these niggaz be shife Over the years, I a lot of niggaz turn fake Riding thick on the cool, and I have to erase You see me and the Maab, done learned a thang Man of these 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 you better 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, 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 come around now bitch you showed everybody, all kinds of love And I ain't got left, didn't nobody wanna care How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be till I meet my death we was cool with, fuck you too And everybody who was hating us, you too It just a little 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 back weapon I pack, fuck around and fr-fry A punk ass patty melt, no remorses gon be 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 life of a 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 trash ass hoes, I live life one deep And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they Coming around my neck of the woods, is a I got a 4-4, lay low please Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would believe That's why a nigga a lil bit, with a razor blade And the reason, I long sleeves can't help 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, leave me to roam Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a If I get one in my dome, fuck you Y'all understand 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 don't buy wolf You know I'm saying, so send the hoes to Nigga, you feel me, it's 2K1 bitch, Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't nowhere Still chopping with D nigga, tap tap