Man y'all..
Nigga all y'all Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all hoes If I needed a ride, I on niggaz If I wanted 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 to the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz Y'all just around, cause I got them drugs When all my gone, nigga all my thugs gone And I'm scared to eat, the last of the and the butter Because after that, all the god damn bud I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a Mama said that, it would it be 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 click me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch And I do click quick, it be halves and zones To break a bones, but never 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, finally I me Man you hoes, I found me
I use to be a cat Now a victim of the cat I got of motherfuckers, taking a nigga for granted All I got is my mind, I lose that use that, even though a nigga mind gone It ain't lost, cause I where it's at Just on another level boys, around here For the paper stack, I'ma go where it's at I sound 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 still see you bleed Because, I don't a damn no more Niggaz see 3D-2, and but out fuck you hoes Finally, I me
It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang I just peeped the game, and these be shife Over the years, I seen a lot of turn fake thick on the cool, and then I have to erase You see me and the Maab, learned without a thang Man of these niggaz, be around for the fame It no more love, therefor if you ain't kin And if you get up in mine, you gon meet end I'm one of a kind, I think you better check And it don't a damn thang, if I shake your hand If I too enthused, and I got on a mean mask You stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla 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 showed everybody, all kinds of And I ain't got none left, didn't nobody care How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone till I my death Everybody we was with, fuck you too And who was hating us, fuck you too It just a little time, for me to find myself And that's why we getting off ourself
x2]
Better watch back, and identify yourself Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every I pack, fuck and fr-fry yourself A punk ass melt, no remorses gon be felt 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 these old up ass hoes Old trash ass hoes, I live life one deep And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga know 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 believe That's why a trip a lil bit, with a razor blade And the reason, I long sleeves Y'all can't help me, I don't want your 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, folk don't give a damn If I get one in my dome, you dealing Y'all don't my zone, finally I found me
x4]
This 4 forever, Z-Ro The motherfucking Crooked, I'm saying I having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets You know I'm saying, so send the to another Nigga, you feel me, 2K1 bitch, forever Screwed Up Click, my niggaz going nowhere chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap