Man y'all..
Nigga all y'all all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes If I a ride, I called on niggaz If I some ass, I called 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 all of my love Razor blade to the wrist, near lost all of my blood This is to all my thugs, fuck niggaz Y'all just around, cause I got them drugs When all my drugs gone, nigga all my gone And I'm scared to eat, the 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 it be days like 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 my own life like this Or click me a bitch nigga, in the like this That's bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch 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 motherfucking And everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul Finally, I me
x2] Man fuck, I found 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 lose I'ma use that, even though a mind gone It ain't lost, cause I know it's at Just on another level than boys, here For the paper stack, 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 no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed 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 damn thang I just peeped the game, and these be shife Over the years, I 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 no more 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 check yourself And it mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand If I too enthused, and I got on a mean mask You better stay on note, cause I'll your ass Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that I you better get back, and shut the fuck up For you step off, and get fucked up Nigga and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts So don't come now bitch When you showed everybody, all of love 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 who was hating us, fuck you too It just took a time, for me to find myself And that's why we rich off ourself
x2]
Better watch your back, and identify Nigga one mo' step, and cock back every weapon I pack, around and fr-fry yourself A punk ass melt, no remorses gon be felt When I be dealing, with a less than G Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be I did trust no bitch, and I don't trust 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 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 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, would 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 cool in the 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 don't understand my zone, I found me
x4]
This 4 forever, Z-Ro The motherfucking Crooked, I'm saying I ain't having that riff-raff man, I don't buy tickets 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 going Still chopping with D nigga, tap tap