Man y'all..
Nigga fuck all all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes If I needed a ride, I called on If I some ass, I called on hoes 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 near lost all of my is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz Y'all just come around, cause I got drugs When all my gone, nigga all my thugs gone And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the Because 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 like this Take life like this, around and I take my own life like this Or me a bitch 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 break a nigga bones, but be stones and sticks I ain't the bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, 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 of the blues cat I got tired of motherfuckers, taking a for granted All I got is my mind, I can't that I'ma use that, though a nigga mind gone It lost, cause I know where it's at on another level than boys, around here For the paper stack, cause I'ma go where 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, hollin' oh It ain't no mercy, I wanna see you bleed Because, I give a damn no more see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck you hoes Finally, I me
It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a thang changed I just peeped the game, and niggaz be shife Over the years, I seen a lot of turn fake Riding thick on the cool, and then I to erase You see me and the Maab, done learned 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 you better check yourself And it don't mean a damn thang, if I your hand If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mask You better stay on note, cause beat your ass It's Maab 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 you showed everybody, all kinds of love And I ain't got none left, nobody wanna care How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone till I my death we was cool with, fuck you too And who was hating us, fuck you too It took a little time, for me to find myself And that's why we getting off ourself
x2]
Better watch your back, and yourself Nigga one mo' step, and cock back every weapon I pack, fuck around and fr-fry A punk ass patty melt, no remorses gon be When I be dealing, with a less G individual Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be I never did trust no bitch, and I trust no nigga all of my associates, but in a life of a life This 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 trash ass hoes, I live life one deep And I don't to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know Coming my neck 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 blade And the reason, I wear sleeves Y'all can't help me, I want your help I want some, leave me alone I wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets Bitch, just leave me to Don't call my cell phone, give don't give a damn If I get one in my dome, fuck you Y'all don't understand my zone, I found me
x4]
This Ridgemont 4 forever, The motherfucking Crooked, I'm saying 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, 2K1 bitch, forever Screwed Up Click, my niggaz going nowhere chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap