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The youngest guerilla in here mayn,
Young Dyno in here with Trae, D and slab
And cocked,
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Y'all niggas better run, we ready for war
'fore you lose your jaw
Verse 3
'fore you lose your jaw
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we ready for war, ready for war
Verse 4
And who this nigga talking down on dirty south,
niggas rapping reckless scared
Eyebrows and jaws,
so in my presence Mr. don't tell
Verse 5
and it's disturbing you
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Big Moe nigga that's my big dog,
and my love ain't never gon' withdrawal
So we clicked up coming to get y'all,
my nigga Ja said you's a bitch dog
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then you burn
because the reaper's coming to cancel every one of us
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Wishing I can be a peaceful man and,
you nothing but change
hanging one in your brain
Verse 7
out choked out,
with Guerilla Maab
Mob figgas representing,
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Got my step- on nigga shoes on,
'case it get dirty
'Cause man it's going down,
If he was close to the edge,
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And do this whole world a favor,
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I was get ting my dick sucked,
by my secretary
I stay on Barbary and Scott,
five thousand block
I paint the white house black,
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In this underground game,
I'm rolling with slab
Got a itching trigger finger,
don't get your wig pushed back
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Steady riding my dick
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Archie Lee been real, before I had a crew
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Plus my piece got yellow stones,
like I stayed on the stone
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I spit that hood shit, that wood shit
matter fact it's all good bitch
Verse 11
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was saying my name
and I'm repping it strong
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running up in your home
when the lights off
Verse 12
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And I bet that I'm a soldier that'll fold you,
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Niggas getting ran over, in a Rover
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Witness I'm at your door
brah, door brah
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we ready for war
Speaking my name you better quit,
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S- L- A- B that's on my life,
Verse 15
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streets
Any one of you, motherfuckers got beef
Get the nine millimeter fitted up in my denim,
Who that wanna do that, bitch
or come through that
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street
I'm a motherfucking G,
I ain't got no time to try to
Move around bitch,
before you feel me
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Then fry a motherfucker,
just like a poker
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The game is now over
Be the next to the thoedest cats
or now open
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then we break jaw
Snap rugged and rough,
and playing this game raw
D- O- U- G I are,
dropping bombs up on you bitches going hard
Verse 19
fuck around and catch the heat ass nigga
you silly rabbits finna see
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A guerilla thriller will kill a nigga,
in these H- Town streets
I thought I told you cats
and make the crowd move back
Verse 20
still attacking like I'm Sadaam
on the alarm
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Fuck around and call a nigga Teddy,
steady turning off your lights
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fucking with paper that I earned
see you cats gon' learn
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if they don't know the name
'fore I fuck around and leave a nigga flat
slugs stuck off in your back
I'm one of the young guerillas
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That's stacking scrilla, slash a
You don't wanna get hauled on,
or straight clicked on
that I left home
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one of these motherfuckers finna see
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I've been a sad cat with a fat cat all the way back,
still spitting with heat
my click be ready for war
You better get your entourage,
ain't no love boxing we raw
And if you really think that we playing,
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this game is really fin to get tragic
I'ma be rushing
Till a nigga left with concussions,
ticked off your ass is fin to get pissed on
for stepping inside my zone
Verse 24
but chump change
partna, disrespecting the game
your whole tape was trash
gon beat that ass
don't hide behind your circle
leave both your eyes purple
Verse 25
that's from the boss man
knocking 'em out with my hands
with knifes hanging round our neck
and put this bitch up on some ice
Verse 26
we ready for war
'fore you lose your jaw
Verse 27
Speaking my name you better quit,
Verse 28
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2K3, S- L- A- B,
in your motherfucking trunk
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Hell naw, it ain't gon never stop nigga
We don't know how to stop,
And matter fact this hoe
Verse 29
nothing but
two quarters nigga
nigga
We hold dolla bills round this bitch,
Verse 30
get your bitch ass slid
Into a motherfucking coma,
we ain't gon play
we ready to spray
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Verse 31
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Nigga in the right state of mind,
You know I'm saying,
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niggas out here we glove or we can Glock it up
You know I'm saying ain't no
playing out here
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lil' orangutan ass chipmunk ass niggas
Verse 32
this slab
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Bitches under stand this mayn,
all that talking down
get something to talk about
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'Cause a nigga'll slap your track out bitch,
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