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Man fuck y'all.. |
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[Z-Ro] |
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Nigga fuck all y'all |
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Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes |
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If I needed a ride, I called on niggaz |
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If I wanted some ass, I called on hoes |
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But not no mo' though, I get around in a tinted out fo' do' |
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And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang |
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Don't fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love |
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Razor blade to the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood |
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This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz |
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Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs |
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When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs gone |
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And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the butter |
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Because after that, all the god damn bud gone |
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I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a bubbler |
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Mama said that, it would it be days like this |
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But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this |
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Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like this |
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Or click me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like this |
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That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch |
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And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones |
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To break a nigga bones, but never be stones and sticks |
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I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode |
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And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul |
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Finally, I found me |
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[Hook x2] |
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Man fuck, finally I found me |
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Man fuck you hoes, I found me |
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[Z-Ro] |
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I use to be a cool cat |
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Now a victim of the blues cat |
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I got tired of motherfuckers, taking a nigga for granted |
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All I got is my mind, I can't lose that |
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I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind gone |
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It ain't lost, cause I know where it's at |
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Just on another level than boys, around here |
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For the paper stack, cause I'ma go where it's at |
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I sound like a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga) |
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Damn though, some of y'all try to bo'gaurd |
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Piss a nigga off and get that ass caught, late night |
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On the backstreets, hollin' oh Lord |
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It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed |
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Because, I don't give a damn no more |
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Niggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck you hoes |
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Finally, I found me |
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[Trae] |
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It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang changed |
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I just peeped the game, and these niggaz be shife |
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Over the years, I seen a lot of niggaz turn fake |
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Riding thick on the cool, and then I have to erase |
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You see me and the Maab, done learned without a thang |
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Man most of these niggaz, be around for the fame |
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It ain't no more love, therefor if you ain't kin |
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And if you get up in mine, you gon meet your end |
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I'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourself |
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And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand |
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If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask |
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You better stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass |
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It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that |
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I think you better get back, and shut the fuck up |
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For you straight step off, and get fucked up |
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Nigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts |
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So don't come around now bitch |
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When you showed everybody, all kinds of love |
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And I ain't got none left, didn't nobody wanna care |
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How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone till I meet my death |
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Everybody we was cool with, fuck you too |
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And everybody who was hating us, fuck you too |
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It just took a little time, for me to find myself |
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And that's why we getting rich off ourself |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Z-Ro] |
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Better watch your back, and identify yourself |
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Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every weapon |
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I pack, fuck around and fr-fry yourself |
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A punk ass patty melt, no remorses gon be felt |
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When I be dealing, with a less than G individual |
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Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be felt |
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I never did trust no bitch, and I don't trust no nigga |
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Fuck all of my associates, but in a life of a life |
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This motherfucker like me, you get what you suppose to get |
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Pussy in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead |
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And I smoke, one of these old busted up ass hoes |
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Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one deep |
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And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know |
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Coming around my neck of the woods, is a no-no |
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Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please |
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Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe |
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That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor blade |
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And the reason, I wear long sleeves |
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Y'all can't help me, I don't want your help |
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I just want some, leave me alone |
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I don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets |
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Bitch, just leave me to roam |
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Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a damn |
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If I get one in my dome, fuck you dealing |
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Y'all don't understand my zone, finally I found me |
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[Hook x4] |
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[Talking] |
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This Ridgemont 4 forever, Z-Ro |
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The motherfucking Crooked, know I'm saying |
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I ain't having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets |
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You know I'm saying, so send the hoes to another |
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Nigga, you feel me, it's 2K1 bitch, forever |
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Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't going nowhere |
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Still chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap |
