f/ TraeMan fuck y'all..[Z-Ro]Nigga fuck all y'allFuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoesIf I needed a ride, I called on niggazIf I wanted some ass, I called on hoesBut not no mo' though, I get around in a tinted out fo' do'And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thangDon't fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my loveRazor blade to the wrist, damn near lost all of my bloodThis is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggazY'all just come around, cause I got them drugsWhen all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs goneAnd I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the butterBecause after that, all the god damn bud goneI'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a bubblerMama said that, it would it be days like thisBut not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like thisTake life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like thisOr click me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like thisThat's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitchAnd I do click quick, it might be halves and zonesTo break a nigga bones, but never be stones and sticksI ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commodeAnd fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soulFinally, I found me[Hook - 2x]Man fuck, finally I found meMan fuck you hoes, I found me[Z-Ro]I use to be a cool catNow a victim of the blues catI got tired of motherfuckers, taking a nigga for grantedAll I got is my mind, I can't lose thatI'ma use that, even though a nigga mind goneIt ain't lost, cause I know where it's atJust on another level than boys, around hereFor the paper stack, cause I'ma go where it's atI sound like a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga)Damn though, some of y'all try to bo'gaurdPiss a nigga off and get that ass caught, late nightOn the backstreets, hollin' oh LordIt ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you bleedBecause, I don't give a damn no moreNiggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck you hoesFinally, I found me[Trae]It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang changedI just peeped the game, and these niggaz be shifeOver the years, I seen a lot of niggaz turn fakeRiding thick on the cool, and then I have to eraseYou see me and the Maab, done learned without a thangMan most of these niggaz, be around for the fameIt ain't no more love, therefor if you ain't kinAnd if you get up in mine, you gon meet your endI'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourselfAnd it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your handIf I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean maskYou better stay on note, cause I'll beat your assIt's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab thatI think you better get back, and shut the fuck upFor you straight step off, and get fucked upNigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nutsSo don't come around now bitchWhen you showed everybody, all kinds of loveAnd I ain't got none left, didn't nobody wanna careHow we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone till I meet my deathEverybody we was cool with, fuck you tooAnd everybody who was hating us, fuck you tooIt just took a little time, for me to find myselfAnd that's why we getting rich off ourself[Hook - 2x][Z-Ro]Better watch your back, and identify yourselfNigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every weaponI pack, fuck around and fr-fry yourselfA punk ass patty melt, no remorses gon be feltWhen I be dealing, with a less than G individualNothing but a AK shot, is gon be feltI never did trust no bitch, and I don't trust no niggaFuck all of my associates, but in a life of a lifeThis motherfucker like me, you get what you suppose to getPussy in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes deadAnd I smoke, one of these old busted up ass hoesOld trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one deepAnd I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they knowComing around my neck of the woods, is a no-noCause I got a 4-4, lay low pleaseEverytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believeThat's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor bladeAnd the reason, I wear long sleevesY'all can't help me, I don't want your helpI just want some, leave me aloneI don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streetsBitch, just leave me to roamDon't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a damnIf I get one in my dome, fuck you dealingY'all don't understand my zone, finally I found me[Hook - 4x](*talking*)This Ridgemont 4 forever, Z-RoThe motherfucking Crooked, know I'm sayingI ain't having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf ticketsYou know I'm saying, so send the hoes to anotherNigga, you feel me, it's 2K1 bitch, foreverScrewed Up Click, my niggaz ain't going nowhereStill chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap
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