Man y'all..
Nigga fuck all Fuck all 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 in a tinted out fo' do' And got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang Don't fuck Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love Razor blade to the wrist, damn near all of my blood This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll Y'all just come around, cause I got drugs When all my drugs gone, nigga all my gone And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the Because after that, all the god 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 this and 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 bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch And I do click quick, it be halves and zones To break a nigga bones, but never be stones and I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking And fuck that ain't 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, I know where it's at Just on another level than boys, here For the stack, cause I'ma go where it's at I like a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga) though, some of y'all try to bo'gaurd Piss a nigga off and get that ass caught, night On the backstreets, hollin' oh It ain't no mercy, I wanna see you bleed Because, I give 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 thang 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 without a thang Man most of niggaz, be around for the fame It ain't no more love, if you ain't kin And if you get up in mine, you gon your end I'm one of a kind, I think you check yourself And it don't mean a thang, if I shake your hand If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean You better stay on note, cause beat your ass It's Guerilla this, and Guerilla Maab that I think you get back, and shut the fuck up For you straight step off, and get up Nigga Trae and D and Z-Ro, take nuts So come around now bitch When you everybody, all kinds 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 meet my Everybody we was with, fuck you too And everybody who was hating us, you too It just took a little time, for me to find And that's why we getting rich off
x2]
Better watch back, and identify yourself Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every I pack, fuck around and fr-fry A punk ass melt, no remorses gon be felt I be dealing, with a less than G individual Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be I never did trust no bitch, and I don't trust no Fuck all of my associates, but in a life of a This motherfucker me, you get what you suppose to get in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead And I smoke, one of these old busted up ass Old trailer ass hoes, I live life 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, mo'fuckers would believe That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor And the reason, I long sleeves Y'all can't me, I don't want your help I just want some, me alone 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 a damn If I get one in my dome, you dealing don't understand my zone, finally I found me
x4]
This Ridgemont 4 forever, The motherfucking Crooked, I'm saying I ain't having that 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 ain't nowhere Still with Double D nigga, tap tap