[T.A.Z.] I'm under suspicion, so I'm forced to move around a lot Using criminal plots, to bleed blocks And decieved cops, keeping my heat cocked Cause hard knocks, keep a nigga on watch Thinking every new face that I meet's, just another pair of Scandalous eyes on the rise, some niggaz to anxious to say hi Some hoes too quick, to come off the thighs It ain't hard for these hatas to hide, so I'm on the grind Wondering with a one track mind Whether we win or we lose, through the thick and the thin I'm one the rise, so I'ma die for mine Trying to make it to the top, no more ducking the cops Cause I'm scared to show my I.D Nervous when I see them bright lights, blinding me Already noid, since they got behind me Rolling dirty, so I know I'm going to jail Cause I smell like a pound, sipping straight crown Roll the top down, showing off surround by sound Gauge from the backseat, letting it down But ain't no need to clown, cause we gon hold the final We gon ball, till the day we die Witness the world's, most deadliest niggaz Trying to gain control, cause it's our time to shine
[Hook - 2x] Look at all the money we earning mayn As the world keep turning mayn Try to do it on the low, but everywhere I go Somebody got a law man, learning names Nothing but the finest doja, be burning mayn As the world keep turning mayn Top of the line, Mary Jane for strain And I'm never caught, slipping in the turning lane
[Dougie D] Peep this, look at all the change Top of line, Mary Jane for strain But a nigga feel wherever I go, somebody got a law man Learning names, but it's all in the game I need to realize, what the deal is Where you at, can a nigga come chill Parlay, and smoke some weed at your crib And motherfuckers I don't even know, be running up on me Talking bout, nigga I ain't seen you in years What type of bullshit that is, they got they hands out No doubt, Guerilla Maab steady jamming stacking the clout You keep my name out your mouth And ain't no tricking with that, cause they ain't down Cause I be ready to clown, and making em move round Whoa now, and in the turning lane Where a nigga be wanting to get me But like a banana, my army peeling at em be tripping But on the cool, I act a damn fool Look at all the money we gain, and hell if I gotta jack fools
[Trae] Everybody wanna see a nigga dead for real Other niggaz really wanna go, and play my skills So I gotta be quick, to knock drama out of place Taking a pitch out a plate, ready to face Any nigga, any broad, anybody that'll wanna Take me out of the game, ain't a damn thang changed I'ma maintain, and keep my composure So if you take a wrong step, you better keep on coming And I know, that it ain't gotta be that way But it's too many people, that's steady fucking with Trae Keeping us stressed with a vest, you better pray to get blessed Cause this negativity, making me the man that I be Ain't nobody, gonna be taking me out of the game Cause I was blessed, with the mind to maintain And gotta think fast, when I'm on my toes Guerilla Maab, haven't you heard we number one
[Hook - 2x]
[Z-Ro] Since I got too many diamonds glissing They wanna tap my phones, so they can listen in For differd judification, from conversation About divid-ends, living in a world that's fucked up White folks, be making these drugs We killing eachother fo', spilling blood over territory We don't own, dumb shit we killing eachother fo' Steady telling out Northside, and yelling Southside Every motherfucker, got they mouth wide Open, infrared beams be scoping And monitoring, everybody outside My congregation, with a bird's eye view Everybody wanna rap, cause they heard I do Never be another nigga, that'll write a 16 bar Using the nouns and verbs, I use I choose, to be the nigga that'll be ready for war Motherfuckers be bumping they gums Bout anything, they can get they mind on I pimp on and grind on, mad cause I got my shine on A Maab type nigga like myself, that'd never think Or give a damn about, what a bitch wanna lie about Give a nigga a reason, to dress up in black And give a grandmother, something to cry about Because I'm a G in the game, bringing a tired side of me Is something, that a motherfucker never gon see in the game T.A.Z. he in the game, Trae he in the game, Dougie D in the game But certain motherfuckers, shouldn't even be in the game Maintain, everybody want attention but I stay blaze Jane Top of the line, Mary Jane for strain Never caught, slipping in the turning lane
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[T.A.Z.] I'm under suspicion, so I'm forced to move around a lot Using criminal plots, to bleed blocks And decieved cops, keeping my heat cocked Cause hard knocks, keep a nigga on watch Thinking every new face that I meet's, just another pair of Scandalous eyes on the rise, some niggaz to anxious to say hi Some hoes too quick, to come off the thighs It ain't hard for these hatas to hide, so I'm on the grind Wondering with a one track mind Whether we win or we lose, through the thick and the thin I'm one the rise, so I'ma die for mine Trying to make it to the top, no more ducking the cops Cause I'm scared to show my I.D Nervous when I see them bright lights, blinding me Already noid, since they got behind me Rolling dirty, so I know I'm going to jail Cause I smell like a pound, sipping straight crown Roll the top down, showing off surround by sound Gauge from the backseat, letting it down But ain't no need to clown, cause we gon hold the final We gon ball, till the day we die Witness the world's, most deadliest niggaz Trying to gain control, cause it's our time to shine
[Hook - 2x] Look at all the money we earning mayn As the world keep turning mayn Try to do it on the low, but everywhere I go Somebody got a law man, learning names Nothing but the finest doja, be burning mayn As the world keep turning mayn Top of the line, Mary Jane for strain And I'm never caught, slipping in the turning lane
[Dougie D] Peep this, look at all the change Top of line, Mary Jane for strain But a nigga feel wherever I go, somebody got a law man Learning names, but it's all in the game I need to realize, what the deal is Where you at, can a nigga come chill Parlay, and smoke some weed at your crib And motherfuckers I don't even know, be running up on me Talking bout, nigga I ain't seen you in years What type of bullshit that is, they got they hands out No doubt, Guerilla Maab steady jamming stacking the clout You keep my name out your mouth And ain't no tricking with that, cause they ain't down Cause I be ready to clown, and making em move round Whoa now, and in the turning lane Where a nigga be wanting to get me But like a banana, my army peeling at em be tripping But on the cool, I act a damn fool Look at all the money we gain, and hell if I gotta jack fools
[Trae] Everybody wanna see a nigga dead for real Other niggaz really wanna go, and play my skills So I gotta be quick, to knock drama out of place Taking a pitch out a plate, ready to face Any nigga, any broad, anybody that'll wanna Take me out of the game, ain't a damn thang changed I'ma maintain, and keep my composure So if you take a wrong step, you better keep on coming And I know, that it ain't gotta be that way But it's too many people, that's steady fucking with Trae Keeping us stressed with a vest, you better pray to get blessed Cause this negativity, making me the man that I be Ain't nobody, gonna be taking me out of the game Cause I was blessed, with the mind to maintain And gotta think fast, when I'm on my toes Guerilla Maab, haven't you heard we number one
[Hook - 2x]
[Z-Ro] Since I got too many diamonds glissing They wanna tap my phones, so they can listen in For differd judification, from conversation About divid-ends, living in a world that's fucked up White folks, be making these drugs We killing eachother fo', spilling blood over territory We don't own, dumb shit we killing eachother fo' Steady telling out Northside, and yelling Southside Every motherfucker, got they mouth wide Open, infrared beams be scoping And monitoring, everybody outside My congregation, with a bird's eye view Everybody wanna rap, cause they heard I do Never be another nigga, that'll write a 16 bar Using the nouns and verbs, I use I choose, to be the nigga that'll be ready for war Motherfuckers be bumping they gums Bout anything, they can get they mind on I pimp on and grind on, mad cause I got my shine on A Maab type nigga like myself, that'd never think Or give a damn about, what a bitch wanna lie about Give a nigga a reason, to dress up in black And give a grandmother, something to cry about Because I'm a G in the game, bringing a tired side of me Is something, that a motherfucker never gon see in the game T.A.Z. he in the game, Trae he in the game, Dougie D in the game But certain motherfuckers, shouldn't even be in the game Maintain, everybody want attention but I stay blaze Jane Top of the line, Mary Jane for strain Never caught, slipping in the turning lane
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