[talking]

Hey Rocko, what it do, shit word

On the streets, motherfuckers

Say we ain't as raw as we use to be

Or ain't got it like we use to have it

Them motherfuckers must ain't peeped them

Last two albums, for real, dick riders


[Hook x2]

All you hoes, talking down

Guard your grill, keep moving around

On the real, it's going down

Fucking with us, you'll be laying it down


[Trae]

I'm finna to make you feel my wrath

Fucking guerilla niggaz, living the stretch

Ready to bust all of my enemies

When they living the life so shife, and knowing it ain't right

How the fuck did you leave a nigga with love, out to dry

Man I thought that we was suppose to shed blood for eachother

Get on the grind, and break bread with eachother

And now you wanna plex, and you keeping it undercover

I'm a hundred percent real, ain't never gon be another

Nigga like me, can you imagine what I be going through

When a nigga starts to go bad, and niggaz wanna turn around

So now I'm walking around, strapped with a frown

Move around, bitch it's fin to go down

It ain't gon be no more talking down, you walking a thin line

Cause now the Underdawg, gon make a nigga respect mine

You don't really wanna know, what's going on inside mine

You an't fuck around, until you deal with a flat line

Guerilla Maab for life, and that's my word

On the verge of doing a nigga raw

You better believe I'm gonna make it regardless, what a nigga say

And ain't too many niggaz, that'll fuck around with the Trae

I'm one of a kind, I stay on the grind I gotta get mine

Me and Rocko and Dougie, all them niggaz hate that

Better get on the corner, thinking you better back back

Fore' I street sweep the block, with a guerilla attack

Nigga tell me how you love that, I'ma surviving nigga

That's never gonna turn back, blessed with a tact

To make a nigga wanna feel that, living effect

A lot of y'all can't take that, gotta pray to God

I'll forever be strong, until the end of my living

When I'm giving I'm all alone, Lord no doubt

I wanna fall off in my zone, cause too many niggaz

Making a nigga wanna do wrong, you better be gone


[Hook x2]


[Dougie D]

I'ma put it to you motherfuckers, having no rest

Snapping necks, a motherfucker that be bumping they gums

Talk down, making motherfuckers move round

You moving too fast, you make a halt, hold up and slow down

Fa sho now, steady be rocking steady, we jamming it with this

We touch, we still slamming the bitch

Take time for a nigga to shine, and get rich

In the meanwhile, I'ma collect all my chips

Putting it in they motherfucking face, mm-hm

Thought we was gon give up, now bitch what

Dougie and Trae, a cold coming at you on display

And breaking em off, is the Guerilla Maab way

Do I really wanna play game, ah naw

Come in we gon stop, and press pause

Breaking a jaw and fade the law, and do it raw

Teaching motherfuckers a lesson, that they never saw

They gon learn by that, gripping a glock now tilt they hats back

Fucking with us, get your man some contact

Better believe that every word I say, look bitch I meant that

I'll ride on a hoe, keep my gun on squat and get throwed

Ain't nothing but Dougie, Trae and Rocko doing what we do

Up on the low-low, fa sho though, you know

That it's gon go down, keeping it crunk, blow up and shake round

Fuck boys up, and make they hoe mine

Just let pussy marks, lay it on down

Better believe it, I'm run right in it, just won't stop until I get finished

Bumping lips, they always get splitted, and when they get splitted

You know we done did it, talking on down get you hit in a minute


[Hook x4]


All you hoes, talking down

You gonna be laying it down

On the real, it's going down

You gonna be laying it down


All you hoes, talking down

On the real, it's going down

You gonna be laying it down