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Guerilla Maab - If U Wanna Know lyrics
f/ Peaches, Kendro, Raw-D (*singing*) [Hook 1: Peaches - 2x] If you wanna know, just how the story goes From being in the sto's, to rocking every show We be rolling tires, the Maab is on the rise Trae and Dougie D, Guerilla Maab for life [Hook 2] Everybody get wired up, (cause me and my Maab be popped up) We concrete bust no stopping us (we ride out, now we popular) Everybody get wired up, (cause me and my Maab you could bounce with us) We concrete no stopping us (hustling, AK's and choppers) [Raw-D] I'm a young nigga, ready for war Cause I'm out chea, and I'm stepping with my hands on my weapon No time for the women, cause they holding me down But I'm ready to climb, slowed down whoa now You can learn by fucking with us, cause I'ma swell up Your face and detach your jaw, everybody wanna know Gon come to a halt, talking all that shit we might cut you short Cause I'm a thug nigga, with a gun and a beam Running with the Guerilla Maab, niggas on my team Mash for cream, trying to fulfill my dreams With my mug on mean, you don't really wanna know me I be the lil one, they call Raw-D Brought up in the streets, in the P.U.D You got beef with me, you better be about your issue You can't stand the heat, get your ass out the kitchen Me, Dougie D, Trae, K all on a mission On a mission, all in the back of the Expedition Me and my G's, we all be hitting Coming through your hood, make you stop look and listen Better cool your tensions, cause I might get violent Some people yelling out, shh be quiet Everybody in the club, just excited I could fucking ride it, spark up a riot [Hook 1 - 2x] [Kendro] If you wanna, you can ride out with me Kendro, the lil' nigga that supply the heat To put him on his back, and R.I.P Boy looking at me, no order to leave The mighty techs release, and cease the plex Cooned out cat, certified the rest Survive the game, and I squash the plex In a black bullet proof, and I'm down to check Instead I make my feddy, by the rock and the Houpe That don't stay fly, I get fly too Trying to hop out of line, put a nigga in his place Serve up his chest, and swell up his face We on a paper chase, bo'gaurd the block And the block is hot, so I glock yacht Phone the friends, I need the chopper It's seventeen niggas, it's seventeen shots Here to wreck on c.d.'s, in the seven seas (I'm a Guerilla Maab thug), we South Klique G's When I clear my pad, I'll make niggas all agg'd Better tuck they tail, and dress just like drag When I grab the mic, I make the whole crowd crunk And pop the trunk, and everybody get bucked Fin to let these boys, up on some game On my last leg, and don't bite your fame [Hook 1 - 2x] [Hook 2] [Trae] Too many hating motherfuckers, steady be jocking me Know what I claim, and ain't nobody fin to stop me I'm one of the raw niggas, straight up out of the block Staying ready to box, and staying strapped with a glock One hell of a thug fuck love, I got a slug now bitch I fuck around and kick this off, and I'ma hug me a bitch 24/7, and all my niggas ready to ride Straight up bust heads, keeping the block bled Niggas really don't, wanna be fucking with us No time to be talking, I'm popping the trunk With a pump, and I'ma spray So if you do the wrong thang, you fin to get fucked up And we the type of niggas, that'll be known to get bucked And never let up, I don't plan on giving up for shit With a click too thick, on the rise to get rich Gotta get like Aaliyah, you better get it together Before a nigga mess around, and get your whole click wet up [Dougie D] What the deal is, what go down We making motherfuckers, walk the plank And swanging hard at hoes, just like apes Guerilla Maab 3D2, running over niggas in our way You motherfuckers, better give up quick 'Fore a nigga commits your woman, that ass and the bitch clit Digging all up in your shit, and got a motherfucker oh so sick And hollin' what the deal is Now that a nigga, popping up Everybody wanna be in my face, Guerilla Maab we popular Don't get it get crunk, wire it up with us If you got your guns, all you niggas bust with us Nigga look we thug niggas, Dougie D and Trae Ken and Raw, we steady breaking hoes on off Before you bitch niggas talk that shit, you better walk that shit Dropping wide, up on the scene [Hook 2 - 2x] [Hook 1 - 2x] (*singing*) |
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