(feat. Z-Ro, Yukmouth)

[Hook]

I just can't take, this %#@! no more
I feel I'm losing my mind, but still I can't let go
The pain inside of my chest, about to make me blow

So run inside of my range, and I'll be forced to let go

[Trae]

I can't take it, I feel I'm losing composure
My attitude done got me clicking, but $#&@ it cause I'm a soldier
Lately I've been on that other %#@!, like a mad dude

Stressing over my brother, living in penitentiary blues
Never shed both tears, but I'm keeping a clip for them haters
With any reason opening fire, on a (*##$ made traitor

I've been falling off in my zone lately, and if one of these ^!$$%
Run up on me, then I'm letting em have it baby
And it ain't no if and maybe's, so shady with the way they living

If willing I'm drilling, dealing with (*##$es that got me sinning
I'm trying to cope, but I feel like they really wanna bring it out me
When how many ^!$$%s out here, say they down and I know they doubt me

It's $#&@ed up, but I'ma pull a maneuver
Bobbing and weaving, and run it to you
Hard times, got me mentally ready to bring it to you

Cause I'm young black and broke, with hopes of getting paid
You better disperse, cause I feel like I wanna spray (*##$


[Hook]

[Z-Ro]

You can't $$#assinate my character, whispering words of war
But I'm fed up with you son of a (*##$es, you've gone too far
Making a mockery out of my name, ain't cool

So I'm straight to the horse's mouth, me and my mother$#&@ing tool
I love nothing and slug something, every twenty minutes
$#&@ with me and the murder scene, just can't be prevented

I'm hell bound, will I be punished for thinking this way
A problem child of reason, I'm smoking and drinking today
Jokes of Douglas and Fraiser, we the ^!$$%s who made you

$#&@ us over, and can't nobody save you
I'm the truth, mark $$# ^!$$%s get a loosing in they tooth
Get murdered in the streets, the way to get murdered in the booth

I'll ride for my ^!$$%s, and I'll die for my ^!$$%s
It ain't %#@! to let my 45, fly for my ^!$$%s
Take a ride for my ^!$$%s, to the swamps and back

So bear a witness, to the mother$#&@ing pumps I pack (*##$

[Yukmouth]

I can't stand the pain, I can't stand the rain
Taking penitentiary chances, moving grams of caine
I snatch your chain, run in your house and grab them thangs

Hit the block like Ro and Trae, with them slabs of bang
Stay on the grind, twenty-fo' sev'
Don't make me turn this 211, to a 1-8-7 one in your head

Street sweeper, 2-2-3's to capitate your legs
Break your legs, like Kujo to shake the FED's
I break bread with my goons, cause the streets gotta eat

And if it ain't no food on the streets, a dog show his teeth
I'm a beast, $#&@ a freak go to sleep with my heat
Creep stay on my feet, ain't no mercy for the weak

$#&@ you geeks, I'm trying to stress this dope like yeast
$#&@ the police, I go to court smoking a sweet
Talk %#@!, like 50 Cent I'll put a hole in your cheek

I roll deep with the Guerilla Maab, I'm down for the beef ^!$$%

[Hook]


[Trae]
Deep inside, I see they got a ^!$$% spitting these verses

I got to get, but still it seem like I was blessed with the curses
And deep inside, I know nobody give a $#&@ about me
So stay the $#&@ from round me, cause (*##$ you tend to bring it out me

I heard some ^!$$%s looking for me, on the other side
And if they come, I bet they run into a homicide
Sending them slugs, and they won't stop until they get inside

Animosity in my chest, done got me spitting wide and I ain't lying

[Z-Ro]
Friends turn into foes, and foes turn into memories
No mask when I ride, to make sure a ^!$$% remember me

My name bring pain, to the soul of a busta
Cause it's more than a concussion, when I touch a mother$#&@er
(forever Guerilla Maab), and it's gon be for life
And it be retaliation, then it's gon be tonight
I wish a ^!$$% would, run up and be laying it down

Locate his neighborhood, high ball and I'm spraying it down

[Hook x2]