Man y'all..
Nigga fuck all Fuck all niggaz, and fuck all these hoes If I needed a ride, I 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 fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love Razor blade to the wrist, damn lost all of my blood is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz Y'all just come around, I got them drugs When all my gone, nigga all my thugs gone And I'm to eat, the last of the bread and the butter after 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 days like But not a life like this, so I take a knife like 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 That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a And I do click quick, it might be halves and To a nigga 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, I found me Man fuck you hoes, I 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 lose that I'ma use that, even though a nigga gone It ain't lost, cause I know 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, some of y'all try to Piss a nigga off and get that ass caught, late On the backstreets, oh Lord It ain't no mercy, I wanna see you bleed Because, I don't give a damn no 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 Over the years, I seen a lot of niggaz turn thick on the cool, and then I have to erase You see me and the Maab, done without a thang Man most of these niggaz, be for the fame It ain't no more love, therefor if you 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 hand If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean You stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass It's Guerilla this, and Guerilla Maab that I think you better get back, and the fuck up For you straight off, and get fucked up Nigga and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts So don't around now bitch When you everybody, all kinds of love And I got none left, didn't nobody wanna care How we thug, why I'm fin to be alone till I meet 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 getting rich off
x2]
Better watch your back, and identify Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock back weapon I pack, fuck around and fr-fry A punk ass melt, no remorses gon be felt 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 trust no nigga Fuck all of my associates, but in a life of a This motherfucker me, you get what you suppose to get Pussy in the middle of the fo'head, I see my foes dead And I smoke, one of these old up ass hoes Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live one deep And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', 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, would never 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 some, leave me alone I don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the Bitch, just leave me to Don't call my cell phone, folk don't give a damn 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, know I'm I ain't having that riff-raff man, I buy wolf tickets You know I'm saying, so the hoes to another Nigga, you feel me, 2K1 bitch, forever Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't nowhere Still with Double D nigga, tap tap