(feat. Guerilla Maab)

[Z-Ro]

Stained all broke $$# ^!$$%s in my mix, mix

[Z-Ro]

I heard a stranger say geurilla till I die but mother$#&@ers be claiming
A name in vein ^!$$% you ain't never witnessed the pain
But I got a diploma for making (*##$ ^!$$%s hold they jaw

When I pull a nine out, I'ma find out witch ^!$$% told the law
When my homie was located incarcerated and simming on one
It's like going from heaven to slum, mother$#&@er now you know

This is dedicated to you, dear (*##$
This is dedicated to the coward ^!$$%s of your click
Then jamming out killing to go and get the mother$#&@ers

but they fin to feel approach from behind
For the mighty mother$#&@in power ranger danger becuase of my anger
Never been stranger to run in the chamber so run

Or I'll be coming across the chamber with my gun
No coming back, welcome to my world, I'll show you pain you never seen
Or slapping patches out of ^!$$%s and we mean it when we scream it

Never be given a good god damn so don't they go and get us started
Now it's time to show these ^!$$%s we the hardest
all I want to know is are you down


[Chorus x2]
How many ^!$$%s want to ride with me

They say my mob is a threat to society
Because we mobbing in masks
Get the gauge and we blast

And quick to put a mother$#&@er on his $$#
Are you down


[Trae: Geurilla Maab]
Now which one of you ^!$$%s is fake
and tell me which one of you ^!$$%s are real

I might now find out now
but I guarantee if you cause me then I got your grill
Cause I don't feel, a ^!$$% should chill, with me still

For me, smile in my face and stabbed me in my back seat
Obviously, that ^!$$% ain't down with me
And he ain't who he claim to be, but it ain't no game to me

I take it seriously, and keep my eyes on my mother$#&@ing enemies

[Geurilla Maab]

Got to keep my distance g, cause i know they plotting on me
To set me up for a homicide or robbery
But it ain't no thang to me, cause I got my family

Killa Klan and Geurilla Maab coming cotastraphy
You get snatched if we, feel you less than a man
I'm in a clan where ^!$$%s trained to kill with that by hand

But they don't understand, untill they been there
Are you down or what, cause if not than beware


[Chorus x2]

[Z-Ro}

Stained all broke $$# ^!$$%s in my mix, mix

[Z-Ro]

Now most of the time I'm by myself cause all of my friends are fake
How many more chins willI have to check
untill the bones in my wrist and my fist finally break

But I was born, as a child of the corn
Now between heaven and hell I'm torn and trapped in a mother$#&@ing storm
I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die, my mind is constantly gone on fry

You laughed when I bumped you off
then I jumped you off thinking it's about time
To close shop, get the nine glock, put a ^!$$% in a pop box

I need some gin, instead of rate
the murder death kill of a ^!$$% that really won't breath again
But there ain't another ^!$$% that's as cold as I

And I'm gone hold on to my geurillas untill I'm told to die
But mother$#&@ers be coming in sets when they be rolling by
But mother$#&@ers are horizontal with a swollen eye

I'ma keep me a lean on rubatussin, got to keep me a glock that I be busting
I got to to keep my eyes open wider, mother$#&@ers be thinking they Mckeiver
Pull a stunt got a trick up they sleeve
hate me mother$#&@ers don't like breathing
When a geurilla like me never be leaving

I got a man with a verse that I be reading but are you down

[Chorus x4]