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GUERILLA MAAB lyrics : "Who Dat"


[Hook x8]
Who dat wanna do dat, like run up on a ^!$$%

That'll bust, and make the crowd move back (who dat)

[Pharoah]

I got the recipe, to help a kilo swell
Like seventy two O.C.'s, that potent %#@!
Imported from overseas

Roll herb and the leaves, and blow the trees
Running with a clan, of them soldier G's
Killing ^!$$%z in day, or the night time

When I'm running with a mother$#&@ing 9 millimeter
I'm Pharoah the six foot nine
South Park slang, stain my brain

Now I remain in a hell of a game, cause I stay for
One nation, under the groove
Getting down with the funk, by packing a tool

Like a ^!$$% in the trunk, when I'm jamming the Screw
Guerilla Maab and Killa Klan connection
$#&@ing em up, like an infection

Leave dull, as a lethal injection
Underground individual
A ^!$$% better get his god damn $$# on

If he wanna last long, cause if he stick around
When I get to dumping and blasting, his $$# gone
It ain't %#@! to me, to pull in the head

Better ask somebody, I'm a ^!$$% that always
Be on top and thoed, waiting on one of you hoes to come try me


[Trae]
A mother$#&@er, coming up out of the gutter
Guerilla militia, a thug ^!$$%

Ain't scared to pack triggas, or hunt ^!$$%z
Slug ^!$$%z run up on me ^!$$%
I'ma be a great ^!$$%, flat line

Ahead of my time we shut it down, what now
I'm a young type ^!$$%, that be ready to click
Too quick, to let a ^!$$% knock me outta my %#@!

I $#&@ around and throw fists, till I damage they click
Who the ^!$$%, that'd wanna get apart
Better take your time, we go hard in the paint

^!$$% what you think we fell off, hell naw
Cause we been on the block, trying to collect my pay
Make dance what a ^!$$% say

When I'm running on the block, with a AK
Going anyway, tell it'd be best not to play with Trae
I ain't got it all, stepping in my zone and yelling $#&@ y'all

So you better move around or get down, I ain't playing
With one of em, I'm a head buster
Gotta lay low before I touch you, rubbing your guns

Or $#&@ around, and make a ^!$$% punk rush you
With a automatic glock, I can't stop and won't like Pac
When it comes to the brain splitter

You oughtta be able to tell, Guerilla Maab
And Street Military in the game, we'll never fail


[Hook x8]

[Dougie D]

Who dat, wanna be $#&@ing around
With a ^!$$%, that be packing a glock
With a infrared dot, taking em out with one shot

It's the Maab and that Military, and never gonna stop
So mother$#&@ers will bust spots
Behind enemy lines, we known to get down

Mother$#&@ers be left running and move on round
Feel us now, repping the street life we will drop bombs
Trying to play mind games, that'll make a ^!$$% have to find you

^!$$% holla, ^!$$% slide you, ^!$$% put him up in the trunk
And ride through H-Town, and then lied by bombs
For a ^!$$%, y'all ain't really ready for the entourage

The killas are what I bring, killas and blood spillers on my team
Squeezing these, to fulfill they dreams
I'm a thoed mother$#&@er, that's known to drop bombs

Like a ^!$$% went bad, before Vietnam
Raining on parades, banging em ranging AK's
That spray, you $#&@ around with the wrong ones play boys
Say boy, my ^!$$%z don't play boy, hey boy
I'm a ^!$$% that'll rough you up, and $#&@ you up

And you don't wanna play boy

[Z-Ro]
(*##$ you better not be, playing with my lil bro
$#&@ around, and fill your body up with slugs

Coming around the corner, smoking on the !@!@&&
Looking for a son of a (*##$, with a mug
But I gotta maintain, keeping my composure
Military crawl down, Southside soldier
Pulling up on a mother$#&@er, that I opposition in a tank

Running everybody over, clover be wishing well
Better bust (*##$, cause I'ma bust (*##$
Better duck quickly, and swiftly
I'ma continue my c.d.'s, fellas and split the D
And that's for dome, you better leave me alone

And get on, cause I'm a murder on mobster
Eat steak and lobster, constantly taking
Your merchandise, out of your cars so
Don't make a ^!$$% carve you
Give me that off your wrist, better not miss
Catch you up under your gun, look at how the blood run down

You got a gun, I got a gun nobody run now
Who dat wanna do dat, like run up on a ^!$$%
That'll bust, and make the crowd move back
You don't wanna that red black, blue black
Mother$#&@er say who dat

[Hook x8]

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