Man y'all..
Nigga all y'all Fuck all these niggaz, and all these hoes If I needed a ride, I called on If I wanted 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 near lost all of my is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz Y'all just come around, cause I got them all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs gone And I'm to eat, the last of the bread and the butter Because after that, all the god damn bud I'm a struggler, I wish I was a bubbler Mama said that, it would it be days like But not a life like this, so I take a like this and slice like this Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own 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 halves and To break a nigga bones, but be stones and sticks I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the commode And fuck everybody 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 nigga for All I got is my mind, I can't lose use that, even though a nigga mind gone It ain't lost, cause I know it's at Just on level than boys, around here For the paper stack, cause 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, late On the backstreets, oh Lord It ain't no mercy, I still see you bleed Because, I don't a damn no more Niggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck you Finally, I me
It's still Guerilla Maab, and a damn thang changed I peeped the game, and these niggaz be shife Over the years, I seen a lot of turn fake Riding thick on the cool, and then I have to You see me and the Maab, learned without a thang Man of these niggaz, be around for the fame It ain't no more love, therefor if you kin And if you get up in mine, you gon your end I'm one of a kind, I think you better check And it mean a damn thang, if I shake 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 shut the 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 showed everybody, all kinds of And I ain't got none left, nobody wanna care How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone I meet my death we was cool with, fuck you too And who was hating 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 identify Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock every weapon I pack, fuck around and yourself A ass patty melt, no remorses gon be felt When I be dealing, a less than G individual Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be I never did no bitch, and I don't trust no nigga 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 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', nigga know Coming around my of the woods, is a no-no I got a 4-4, lay low please Everytime I my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe That's why a nigga a lil bit, with a razor blade And the reason, I wear sleeves Y'all can't help me, I don't want help I just want some, me alone I don't wanna go to the club, I'm in the streets Bitch, just me to roam Don't call my cell phone, give folk give a damn If I get one in my dome, fuck you don't understand my zone, finally I found me
x4]
This 4 forever, Z-Ro The Crooked, know I'm saying I having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets You know I'm saying, so the hoes to another Nigga, you feel me, it's 2K1 bitch, Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't going Still chopping with D nigga, tap tap