[Bam]

Trying to feel my inside soul, cause a angel told me its cold

But ain't no way I can fold, with a pair of nuts this damn swoll

Cause where a nigga was raised, don't nobody play games

Its like your life is a sweet, and reality's the flame

So why the fuck you trying to torture, with that dip in the middle

It's like I'm swallowing mighty bites, while you be nibbling on skittles

Cause this city we in, it ain't no such thing as friends

And once it comes down to paper, you down to bump off your kin

You think I'm lying, what thoughts be in my head as I walk around

So now you know when you see me, why my face is quick to chalk a frown

Cause I don't trust nobody, nope not a god damn soul

So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of cold

Thinking why niggas let me broke, in this city of Houston

But ain't no stopping Bam, I'ma keep my ego to boosting

Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me, and bitches that jock

I got killas in my click, and I keep thugs on my block


[Hook 1 - 2x]

I'm just letting you know don't test me, I'm with my chrome

I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average nigga

From that Maab, lookin out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way

That click your spine and now you crying, cause you realize

That your dick, can't even get hard


[Trae]

Who the hell could it be, peeping on me

T to the R to the motherfucking A-E

Killas that's like mad trucks with a bust, better duck

Who the fuck running up so nigga what, 'fore I leave my star full of that heat

Gotta watch my back, 'fore I be alone

That shit is gon fall, and the while back me up

To the sides shapey grin, gotta know get enough for them

That T to the E to the E to the A

Its going down South Klique, what you wanna do

Bitch throwing up my set, infrareds to your chest with a mess

Now stop you drop, like sweat it out my face

What killas want right behind me, (I think you lying) so try me

These hater-fied niggas don't play

Cut in all my killas, till the day I'm dead and deceased

It'll be, us niggas out Houston won't ever fade

What I'm all about, hoping with open kicking eyes open, peeping

I gotta be scopeing better keep wishing, G's on these streets be low

Till the point of my life I can't go, got hatred not cause a hoe

K-I double L-A-K-L-A-N to the B to the A to the M, gotta represent

Never know with a lifestyle, with a five dolla with a mile

Gotta get my life be twisting thoughts, a thought in the vault

You can't forget and you feel the anger, with one in the chamber

Grill in the back, but its your, me and T.A.Z. on the regular

My K, fives don't give a damn to hustle so

Can't change on my feet to the dip, dropping tops

Till the playa get a hit, to the drink to the brain get me crunk

Get a boost can't tougher shit, city of killas and it get loose 


[Hook 2]

Fuck around and pull out my AK, and bust yo ass in the head

I'm trying to leave you dead, with an infrared

I never be giving a fuck aboooout, you

It got me going me crazy, got a nigga going crazy

Got me going crazy, crazy


[T.A.Z.]

T.A.Z. the all mighty devil, specialize in the methods of torture

So stepping without a weapon's not a good idea, just thought I'd warn you

I'm not your average nigga I'm a Guerilla, just look at the frown on face

Running with the pack, ready to attack

Fucked up, and get your whole crew erased

If you think I'm playing, come test me

Better catch me slipping, to get the best of me

Deadly, when me toss this K to you

Focused and keep my aim steady, cause its serious

And I run with killas, dealas and guerillas coming to get you

Better make a move fast, when I blast

With no feelings, with a firm grip on my trigga

Open fire with no hesitation, infiltrating start eliminating

Your troops execution style, leaving em face down on the pavement

A career with them here, look em up and let's see who's the boss

Watching it get raw, coming home with three hitter quitters

That'll beat you up from the back gone, making niggas mind

Representing Guerilla Maab to the fullest, let me pull it

To the made a mistake, and try to give me a break

And then use it when you pull it, in the city of killas

Only the tough and the strong and those who have hearts survive

Guerilla Maab's on the rise, nigga


[Hook 1 - 2x]


[Z-Ro]

Got my glock 44, and I think to myself

A murdering, I'm gon grow

But I got the fever, for the favor of a big pocket

And a blue white, come with the look so sneaky

I major in at 175 pounds, ?then I'm gone in a few minutes?

Around when I come around, in red Chucks

But a nigga can't even see me or hear me, fear me

When I'm in a zone of depression, gotta get a crib

Gotta get a Lac, but I can't get a job

But I really gotta get a weapon, then I be stepping

Really be stepping, and a motherfucker temper

Start motivation draining, really bumping the fat

And your shit'll get up out your purse

Everything I see, I'm claiming as mine

With a motherfucking nine, you don't give and dump

Nigga we got good skills, and running endo in

You don't wanna meet that E, really beat your feet

Cause I don't hesitate, to pull a tre-8 to the chest plate

Then I want a rake to scrape the plate, with a mouth full of diamonds

And the fifth wheel, be steady reclining

Cause I got ends on a All Star Lex at first

84's and boulder blocks, elbows shining

Charging don't give it up, what it takes don't never retire

Gotta get the glock, cause I gotta be making my money

By robbing and stealing, drug dealing try to make a million

And plus thinking bout feddy, and running my city

In the city of killers


[Hook 1 - 2x]


[Hook 2]