Key: C# minor•
Verse 1
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The youngest guerilla in here mayn,
Young Dyno in here with Trae, D and slab
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We representing this to the fullest mayn,
And cocked,
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but now the clip's ready to peel on a punk
Verse 2
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Y'all niggas better run, we ready for war
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and playing it raw
'fore you lose your jaw
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we ready for war
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Y'all niggas better run,
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and playing it raw
'fore you lose your jaw
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S- L- A- B that's on my life,
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we ready for war, ready for war
Verse 4
And who this nigga talking down on dirty south,
niggas rapping reckless scared
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cause when Ro swang Ro swell
Eyebrows and jaws,
so in my presence Mr. don't tell
Verse 5
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Popping that gangstar shit on the radio,
and it's disturbing you
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Big Moe nigga that's my big dog,
and my love ain't never gon' withdrawal
So we clicked up coming to get y'all,
my nigga Ja said you's a bitch dog
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Fucking with the fire bitch nigga you freezing,
Verse 6
then you burn
because the reaper's coming to cancel every one of us
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all of my niggas are hard plus we all crazy
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Wishing I can be a peaceful man and,
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hoping that the Lord save me
you nothing but change
hanging one in your brain
Verse 7
out choked out,
with Guerilla Maab
Mob figgas representing,
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Got my step- on nigga shoes on,
'case it get dirty
'Cause man it's going down,
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It's for war thirty, fuck President Bush
If he was close to the edge,
Verse 8
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And do this whole world a favor,
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I was get ting my dick sucked,
by my secretary
I stay on Barbary and Scott,
five thousand block
I paint the white house black,
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and start renting it out
Verse 9
In this underground game,
I'm rolling with slab
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Black H2 Hummers,
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when we holding the ave
Got a itching trigger finger,
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Nigga they call me hit man,
don't get your wig pushed back
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Steady riding my dick
Verse 10
Archie Lee been real, before I had a crew
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Plus my piece got yellow stones,
like I stayed on the stone
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I spit that hood shit, that wood shit
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Hershelwood for life,
matter fact it's all good bitch
Verse 11
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was saying my name
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and ready to aim
and I'm repping it strong
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running up in your home
when the lights off
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I set it off, when I luger ride for the cause
Verse 12
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And fuck the law,
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And I bet that I'm a soldier that'll fold you,
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Niggas getting ran over, in a Rover
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Witness I'm at your door
brah, door brah
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we ready for war
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and playing it raw
Speaking my name you better quit,
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S- L- A- B that's on my life,
Verse 14
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Y'all niggas better run,
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and playing it raw
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Speaking my name you better quit,
S- L- A- B that's on my life,
Verse 15
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streets
Any one of you, motherfuckers got beef
Get the nine millimeter fitted up in my denim,
Who that wanna do that, bitch
or come through that
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street
I'm a motherfucking G,
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and bitch you gon listen to me when I speak
I ain't got no time to try to
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Motherfuckers, must didn't hear me
Move around bitch,
before you feel me
Verse 17
Then fry a motherfucker,
just like a poker
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The game is now over
Be the next to the thoedest cats
or now open
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Are you playing with me boy
Verse 18
then we break jaw
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We ain't barring no law
Snap rugged and rough,
and playing this game raw
D- O- U- G I are,
dropping bombs up on you bitches going hard
Verse 19
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These niggas be plexing and talking down,
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Sweet pea ass nigga,
fuck around and catch the heat ass nigga
you silly rabbits finna see
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A guerilla thriller will kill a nigga,
in these H- Town streets
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Ready for war boy we raw,
I thought I told you cats
and make the crowd move back
Verse 20
still attacking like I'm Sadaam
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Set it off like the chirp that's going off,
on the alarm
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Fuck around and call a nigga Teddy,
steady turning off your lights
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fucking with paper that I earned
see you cats gon' learn
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if they don't know the name
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From the wild wild west,
'fore I fuck around and leave a nigga flat
slugs stuck off in your back
I'm one of the young guerillas
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That's stacking scrilla, slash a
You don't wanna get hauled on,
or straight clicked on
that I left home
Verse 22
one of these motherfuckers finna see
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I've been a sad cat with a fat cat all the way back,
still spitting with heat
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One of the rap game phe nomenon's, me and
my click be ready for war
You better get your entourage,
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'fore you get calicoes through your car
ain't no love boxing we raw
And if you really think that we playing,
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step in the ring so you can get scarred
Verse 23
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Guerillas ready for havoc,
this game is really fin to get tragic
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I ain't having when I'm busting on first and ten,
I'ma be rushing
Till a nigga left with concussions,
ticked off your ass is fin to get pissed on
for stepping inside my zone
Verse 24
but chump change
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Shooting slugs at my
partna, disrespecting the game
your whole tape was trash
gon beat that ass
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So when you come in H- Town,
don't hide behind your circle
leave both your eyes purple
Verse 25
that's from the boss man
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I'm known for slapping boys,
knocking 'em out with my hands
with knifes hanging round our neck
and put this bitch up on some ice
Verse 26
we ready for war
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and playing it raw
'fore you lose your jaw
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we ready for war
Verse 27
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Y'all niggas better run,
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and playing it raw
Speaking my name you better quit,
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S- L- A- B that's on my life, we ready for war,
Verse 28
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2K3, S- L- A- B,
in your motherfucking trunk
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Hell naw, it ain't gon never stop nigga
We don't know how to stop,
And matter fact this hoe
Verse 29
nothing but
two quarters nigga
nigga
We hold dolla bills round this bitch,
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Ain't a god damn thang stolen
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that's my motherfucking nigga for L- I- F- E
Verse 30
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So fuck you niggas, till you D- E- A- D
get your bitch ass slid
Into a motherfucking coma,
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yeah nigga
we ain't gon play
we ready to spray
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feel me nigga Mo city Texas
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Till a nigga gone, forever rolling with
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Verse 31
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Nigga in the right state of mind,
You know I'm saying,
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niggas out here we glove or we can Glock it up
You know I'm saying ain't no
playing out here
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lil' orangutan ass chipmunk ass niggas
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Y'all better represent this to the fullest mayn,
Verse 32
this slab
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Bitches under stand this mayn,
all that talking down
get something to talk about
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'Cause a nigga'll slap your track out bitch,
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you know I'm saying
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trying to ride red niggas know Ike painting
Outro 1
do what you like
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