(feat. Trae)

Man $#&@ y'all..


[Z-Ro]
^!$$% $#&@ all y'all

$#&@ all these ^!$$%z, and $#&@ all these hoes
If I needed a ride, I called on ^!$$%z
If I wanted some $$#, I called on hoes

But not no mo' though, I get around in a tinted out fo' do'
And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang
Don't $#&@ with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love

Razor blade to the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood
This is to all my thugs, $#&@ ya'll ^!$$%z
Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs

When all my drugs gone, ^!$$% all my thugs gone
And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the butter
Because after that, all the god damn bud gone

I'm a mo'$#&@ing struggler, I wish I was a bubbler
Mama said that, it would it be days like this
But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this

Take life like this, $#&@ around and I take my own life like this
Or click me a (*##$ ^!$$%, in the windpipe like this
That's right (*##$, I'm a ignant son of a (*##$

And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones
To break a ^!$$% bones, but never be stones and sticks
I ain't the %#@! (*##$, I'm the mother$#&@ing commode

And $#&@ everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul
Finally, I found me


[Hook x2]
Man $#&@, finally I found me
Man $#&@ you hoes, I found me


[Z-Ro]
I use to be a cool cat

Now a victim of the blues cat
I got tired of mother$#&@ers, taking a ^!$$% for granted
All I got is my mind, I can't lose that

I'ma use that, even though a ^!$$% mind gone
It ain't lost, cause I know where it's at
Just on another level than boys, around here

For the paper stack, cause I'ma go where it's at
I sound like a (big ^!$$%), but I'm a (lil ^!$$%)
there for, some of y'all try to bo'gaurd

Piss a ^!$$% off and get that $$# caught, late night
On the backstreets, hollin' oh Lord
It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed

Because, I don't give a damn no more
^!$$%z see 3D-2, and but hollin' out $#&@ you hoes
Finally, I found me


[Trae]
It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang changed

I just peeped the game, and these ^!$$%z be shife
Over the years, I seen a lot of ^!$$%z turn fake
Riding thick on the cool, and then I have to erase

You see me and the Maab, done learned without a thang
Man most of these ^!$$%z, be around for the fame
It ain't no more love, therefor if you ain't kin

And if you get up in mine, you gon meet your end
I'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourself
And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand

If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask
You better stay on note, cause I'll beat your $$#
It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that

I think you better get back, and shut the $#&@ up
For you straight step off, and get $#&@ed up
^!$$% Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts

So don't come around now (*##$
When you showed everybody, all kinds of love
And I ain't got none left, didn't nobody wanna care

How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone till I meet my death
Everybody we was cool with, $#&@ you too
And everybody who was hating us, $#&@ you too

It just took a little time, for me to find myself
And that's why we getting rich off ourself

[Hook x2]


[Z-Ro]
Better watch your back, and identify yourself
^!$$% one mo' step, and I'ma @@#! back every weapon
I pack, $#&@ around and fr-fry yourself
A punk $$# patty melt, no remorses is gon be felt

When I be dealing, with a less than G individual
Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be felt
I never did trust no (*##$, never did trust no ^!$$%
$#&@ all of my $$#ociates, but in a life of a life
This mother$#&@er like me, you get what you suppose to get

i wanna see in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead
And I smoke, one of these old busted up $$# hoes
Old trailer trash $$# hoes, I live life one deep
And I don't speak to the Non kin no mo', ^!$$% they know
Coming around my neck of the woods, is a no-no

Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please
Everytime I open my mouth, mo'$#&@ers would never believe
That's why a ^!$$% trip a lil bit, with a razor blade
And the reason, I wear long sleeves
Y'all can't help me, I don't want your help
I just want some, leave me alone

I don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets
(*##$, just leave me to roam
Don't call my cell phone, kin folk don't give a damn
If I get one in my dome, $#&@ you daily
Y'all don't understand my zone, finally I found me

[Hook x4]


[talking]
This Ridgemont 4 forever, Z-Ro
The mother$#&@ing Crooked, know I'm saying
I ain't having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets
You know I'm saying, so send the hoes to another
^!$$%, you feel me, it's 2K1 (*##$, forever

Screwed Up Click, my ^!$$%z ain't going nowhere
Still chopping with Double D ^!$$%, tap tap