Man y'all..
Nigga fuck all Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all 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 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 This is to all my thugs, ya'll niggaz Y'all just around, cause I got them drugs When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs 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 wish I was a Mama said that, it would it be days 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 like this That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a And I do click quick, it might be and zones To break a nigga bones, but never be and sticks I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the commode And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my Finally, I me
x2] Man fuck, finally I me Man fuck you hoes, I 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 lose that I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind It ain't lost, cause I know it's at Just on level than boys, around here For the paper stack, cause I'ma go it's at I sound a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga) though, some of y'all try to bo'gaurd Piss a off and get that ass caught, late night On the backstreets, hollin' oh It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you 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 ain't a damn thang I just the game, and these niggaz 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, done learned a thang Man most of these niggaz, be around for the It no more love, therefor if you ain't kin And if you get up in mine, you gon your end I'm one of a kind, I you better check yourself And it don't 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, I'll beat 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, take So don't around now bitch When you showed everybody, all of love And I ain't got none left, didn't wanna care How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone till I meet my we was cool with, fuck you too And everybody who was us, fuck you too It just a little time, for me to find myself And that's why we rich off ourself
x2]
Better watch your back, and identify one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every weapon I pack, fuck around and fr-fry A punk ass melt, no remorses gon be felt When I be dealing, with a than G individual but a AK shot, is gon be felt I never did no bitch, and I don't trust no nigga Fuck all of my associates, but in a of a life 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 old busted up ass hoes Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live one deep And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they Coming around my neck of the woods, is a Cause I got a 4-4, lay low Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a blade And the reason, I wear long can't help me, I don't want your help I just some, leave me alone I don't wanna go to the club, I'm in the streets Bitch, just leave me to call my cell phone, give 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 Crooked, know I'm saying I ain't that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets You I'm saying, so send the hoes to another Nigga, you me, it's 2K1 bitch, forever Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't nowhere Still with Double D nigga, tap tap