(feat. Bam, T.A.Z., Trae)

[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 ^!$$% was raised, don't nobody play games

Its like your life is a sweet, and reality's the flame
So why the $#&@ 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 ^!$$%s 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 (*##$es that jock

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

[Hook 1: x2]

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 ^!$$%
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 mother$#&@ing A-E

Killas that's like mad trucks with a bust, better duck
Who the $#&@ running up so ^!$$% what, 'fore I leave my star full of that heat
Gotta watch my back, 'fore I be alone

That %#@! 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
(*##$ 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 ^!$$%s don't play
Cut in all my killas, till the day I'm dead and deceased

It'll be, us ^!$$%s 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 %#@!, city of killas and it get loose

[Hook 2]

$#&@ around and pull out my AK, and bust yo $$# in the head
I'm trying to leave you dead, with an infrared
I never be giving a $#&@ aboooout, you

It got me going me crazy, got a ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% I'm a Guerilla, just look at the frown on face
Running with the pack, ready to attack
$#&@ed 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 ^!$$%s 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, ^!$$%

[Hook 1: x2]

[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 ^!$$% 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 mother$#&@er temper

Start motivation draining, really bumping the fat
And your %#@!'ll get up out your purse
Everything I see, I'm claiming as mine
With a mother$#&@ing nine, you don't give and dump
^!$$% 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: x2]

[Hook 2]