Man y'all..
Nigga fuck all Fuck all 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 got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang Don't fuck with Ro hoe, I done all of my love Razor blade to the wrist, damn lost all of my blood This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll Y'all come around, cause I got them drugs When all my drugs gone, nigga all my gone And I'm to eat, the last of the bread and the butter Because that, all the god damn bud gone I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I 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 nigga, in the windpipe like this right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch And I do click quick, it might be halves and To break a bones, but never be stones and sticks I ain't the bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my Finally, I me
x2] Man fuck, finally I me Man fuck you hoes, I 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 lose that I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind It ain't lost, cause I where it's at on another level than 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, of y'all try to bo'gaurd Piss a off and get that ass caught, late night On the backstreets, hollin' oh It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you Because, I don't give a no more Niggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck you Finally, I me
It's still Maab, and ain't a damn thang changed I peeped the game, and these niggaz be shife Over the years, I a lot of niggaz turn fake thick on the cool, and then 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 love, therefor 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 damn thang, if I shake hand If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mask You better stay on note, I'll beat your ass It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla that I you better get back, and shut the fuck up For you step off, and get fucked up Nigga Trae and D and Z-Ro, take nuts So don't around 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 meet my 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 why we getting rich off ourself
x2]
Better watch your back, and identify Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma back every weapon I pack, fuck around and yourself A ass patty melt, no remorses gon be felt When I be dealing, with a less than G Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be I never did no bitch, and I don't trust no nigga all of my associates, but in a life of a life This motherfucker like me, you get what you to get Pussy in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes 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 of the woods, is a no-no I got a 4-4, lay low please Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers never believe That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor And the reason, I wear long Y'all can't help me, I want your help I want some, leave me alone I don't 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, you dealing don't understand my zone, finally I found me
x4]
This 4 forever, Z-Ro The motherfucking Crooked, I'm saying I having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets You know I'm saying, so the hoes to another Nigga, you feel me, 2K1 bitch, forever Screwed Up Click, my ain't going nowhere chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap