f/ Dougie D, Trae[Dougie D]Trying to feel my inside soul, cause a angel told me its coldBut ain't no way I can fold, with a pair unless this damn swollCause where a nigga was raised, don't nobody play gamesIts like your life is the sweets, and reality's the flameSo why the fuck you trying to torture, with that dip in the middleIts like I'm swallowing mighty bites, while you be nibbling on skittlesCause this city we in, it ain't no such thing as friendsAnd once it comes down to paper, you down to bump off your kinYou think I'm lying, what thoughts be in my head as I walk aroundSo now you know when you see me, why my face is quick to chalk a frownCause I don't trust nobody, no not a god damn songSo now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of coldThinking why niggas let me broke in this city of HoustonBut ain't no stopping bam, I'ma keep my ego to boostingCause I got a bunch of fans that love me, and bitches that jockI got killas in my click, and I keep thugs on my block[Chorus 1 - 2x]I'm just letting you know don't test me, I'm with the chromeI'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average niggaFrom that Mo, lookin out the house with a bed with a bullet in the wayThat hit your spine, and now you crying, cause you realizeThat your dick can't even get hard[Trae]Who the hell could it be, peeping on meT to the R to the motherfucking A-EKillas that like me trucks with a bust, better duckWho the fuck running up, so nigga what, 'fore I leave my star full of that heatGotta watch my back, 'fore I be alone that shit is gon fall, and the whileBack me up, to the sides shaky grin, gotta know get enough for themThat T to the E to the E to the AIts going down south, what you wanna doBitch throwing my set every, to your chest with a messNow stop you drop, like sweat it out my faceWhat killas want right behind me, (I think you lying), so try meThese head about niggas don't playCut in all my killas, till the day I'm dead and deceasedIt'll be, these niggas out Houston won't ever fadeWhat I'm all about, hoping with open kicking eyes open, peepingI gotta be scopeing, better keep wishing, G's on these streets be lowTill the point of my life I can't go, got hatred not cause a hoeK-I double L-A-K-L-N to the B to the A to the M, gotta representNever know with a lifestyle, with a five dolla with a mileGotta get my life be twisting thoughts, a thought in the vaultYou can't forget, and you feel the anger, with one in the chamberGrill in the back, but its your, me task and the regularMy K, fives don't give a damn to hustle soCan't change on my feet to the dip, trying to stopTill the playa get a hit, to the drink to the brain, get me crunkGet a boost, can't tougher shit, city of killas and it get loose [Chorus 2]Fuck around and pull out my ak, and bust yo ass in the headI'm trying to leave you dead, with an infraredI never be giving a fuck aboooout, youIt got me going me crazy, got a nigga going crazyGot me going crazy, crazy[Verse 3]Test the all mighty devil, specialized in the methods of tortureSo stepping without a weapon's not a good idea, just thought I'd warn youI'm not your average nigga, I'ma guerilla, just look at the frown on faceRunning with the pack, ready to attackFucked up and get your whole crew erasedIf you think I'm playing come test meBetter catch me slipping, to get the best of meDeadly when me toss to the K to youFocused and keep my aim steady, cause its seriousAnd I run with killas, dealas and guerillas coming to get youBetter make a move fast when I blastWith no feelings, with a firm grip on my triggaOpen fire with no hesitation, infiltrating, start eliminatingYour troops execution style, leaving em face down on the pavementA career with them here, look em up and let's see who's the bossWatch it get raw, coming home with three hitter quittersThat'll beat you up from the back gone, making niggas mineRepresenting Guerilla Maab to the fullest, let me pull itTo the made a mistake, and try to give me a breakAnd didn't use it when you pull it, in the city of killasOnly the tough and the strong and those who have hearts surviveGuerilla Maab's on the rise, nigga[Chorus 1 - 2x][Z-Ro]Got my glock 44, and I think to myselfA murdering I'm gon growBut I got the fever, for the favor of a big pocketAnd a blue white, come with the look so sneakyI weigh in at 175 pounds, ?then I'm gone in a few minutes?Around when I come around in red ChucksBut a nigga can't even see me or hear me, fear meWhen I'm in a zone of depression, gotta get a cribGotta get a Lac, but I can't get a jobBut I really gotta get a weapon, then I be steppingReally be stepping, and a motherfucker tell meStart motivation draining, really run up the fatAnd your shit'll get up out your purseEverything I see I'm claiming as mineWith a motherfucking nine, you don't give and dumpNigga we got good skills, and running endo inYou don't wanna meet that E really beat your feetCause I don't hesitate, to pull a tre-8 to the chest plateThen I wanna rake to scrape the plate, with a mouth full of diamondsAnd the fifth wheel, be steady recliningCause I got ends on a All Star Lex at firstThrowing bows like boulder blocks, elbows shiningJaws don't give it up, what it takes don't never retireGotta get the glock, cause I gotta make my moneyBy robbing and stealing, drug dealing, try to make a millionAnd plus thinking bout feddy, and ?ruin my titty?In the city of killers[Chorus 1 - 2x][Chorus 2]
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