(feat. Peaches)


[Peaches singing]


[Hook: Peaches]

Maab is on the rise

Ain't nobody holding us down

Maab is on the rise

Ain't nobody stopping us now

Maab is on the rise

Ain't nobody holding us down

Maab is on the rise

Heeeeeyyy-hey


[Trae]

With another one, down for the count

From the nigga that you hoes, all love to hate

Steady be shining these diamonds, all in your face

In a paper chase, in it just to win the race

Gotta be watching my back, and avoid the fakes

Really don't give a damn, what none of you hoes think

How many mo' niggaz, wanna try my skills

Struggling hard, I'm trying to pay my bills

Never really know, who my friend or foes

Watch my friends, and keep my enemies close

All around the world, we may go

Still remain, to be the same old song

You say you be feeling me, but I don't know

You prolly just wanna be, backstage at a show

Telling everybody you know, Guerilla Maab

Riding our dick, must be your big job


[Hook x2]


[Dougie D]

Finally we done made our way

Everything that come in the past, came today

I been looking in the future, for a brighter day

Trials and tribulations in life, I learn to evade

The sun is shining, every dog has his bone in time

And it seems to be, that my time is now

I remember, when they said I would be nothing

But now that nothing is something, and I be bringing em down

Sho' I'ma clown, nothing but the skill when I be wrecking

Up out of Texas, with diamonds all over my necklace

I keep they head checking, pass to profession

And can't nobody contest, cause that's the way we are a legend

You better count your blessings, cause I'm sick and tired of this thang

And while I be blowing my Mary Jane, I'm chilling with thugs

Sipping on mud, trying to keep my head long from slugs

Guerilla Maab on the rise, and we keeping it crunk


[Trae]

It was all a dream, other people said I would never be

Nothing, now collecting divid-ends to ride a Benz

Down I-10, dropping the top in the wind

With a friend once again, yelling out fuck friends

Bubble lens, when I be stacking my ends

Trying to see, could you really picture me

S3 with a JVC, 18's in the trunk ready to beat

Chunking deuce to hoes, and burning off on them freaks

I'm a ghetto superstar, and a certified thug

So all you certified scrubs, get certified slugs

Southside till I'm dead, gotta be moving they head

Gotta keep my head up, for my brother in the FED

This is dedicated to niggaz, who be turning they back

Slamming all of they do's, and burning off in they Lac

Since we done made it, they don't really know how to act

Guerilla Maab's on the rise, and stacking platinum placks


[Hook x2]


[Z-Ro]

All I did was put a buzz 

In everybody mutherfucking ear, about the group I'm in

Now look at the candy coupe I'm in

I took a big 600 to the shop, and told em candy blue my Benz

I put a bunch of money in my billfold, cause I'm real cold

When I'm on the microphone

Everybody wanna kill, to get a piece of my mill

But I'ma weigh my skills, better surrender or bite my chrome

Cause I'ma fight my homeboys, write my own bars

When it comes, to the pen and pad

Thinking about the swine I had, and everything I own

Could the shit wasn't bad, but in reality nigga

I was fucked up low life, living in sin

But I was given a chance, to start pimping a pen

Now Blockbuster, Soundwaves and Sam Goody's

Be running out of my product, and re-order again

And certify my self, half a million sold

Guerilla Maab nationwide, nigga all in the stores

A yellow bitch, I'ma put my dick all in a hoe

A nigga wanna plex, put his face all in the flo'

My foot all in the do', and coming in and out my barge

Mazaratti and a Benz, got em in the garage

And put a whole card, and a pool in my backyard

A Guerilla Maab superstar, you can't hold me down


[Hook x2]