Man y'all..
Nigga all y'all all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes If I needed a ride, I on niggaz If I wanted some ass, I on hoes 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 fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love Razor blade to the wrist, damn lost all of my blood This is to all my thugs, fuck niggaz Y'all just come around, cause I got them When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs And I'm scared to eat, the 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 said that, it would it be days like this But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice this Take life this, fuck around and I take my own life like this Or click me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch And I do quick, it might be halves and zones To break a nigga bones, but be stones and sticks I ain't the bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode And fuck everybody that 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 nigga for 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 where it's at Just on another level than boys, around For the stack, cause I'ma go where it's at I like a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga) Damn though, some of try to bo'gaurd Piss a nigga off and get ass caught, late night On the backstreets, hollin' oh It no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed Because, I don't give a no more 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 peeped the game, and these niggaz be shife the years, I seen 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 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 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 It's Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that I you better get back, and shut the fuck up For you straight off, and get fucked up Nigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, nuts So don't around now bitch you showed everybody, all kinds of love And I ain't got none left, didn't 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 everybody who was us, fuck you too It just took a little time, for me to find And that's why we getting rich off
x2]
Better watch your back, and yourself Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma back every weapon I pack, fuck around and yourself 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 trust no Fuck all of my associates, but in a of a life motherfucker like me, you get what you suppose 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 trailer trash ass hoes, I life one deep And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they around my neck of the woods, is a no-no Cause I got a 4-4, lay low Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never That's why a trip a lil bit, with a razor blade And the reason, I wear long can't help me, I don't want your help I just want some, leave me I don't wanna go to the club, I'm in the streets Bitch, just leave me to Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a If I get one in my dome, you dealing Y'all don't understand my zone, I found me
x4]
This 4 forever, Z-Ro 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 hoes to Nigga, you me, it's 2K1 bitch, forever Screwed Up Click, my niggaz going nowhere Still chopping with D nigga, tap tap