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Guerilla Maab - Who Dat lyrics
f/ Pharoah [Hook - 8x] Who dat wanna do dat, like run up on a nigga 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 shit Imported from overseas Roll herb and the leaves, and blow the trees Running with a clan, of them soldier G's Killing niggaz in day, or the night time When I'm running with a motherfucking 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 nigga in the trunk, when I'm jamming the Screw Guerilla Maab and Killa Klan connection Fucking em up, like an infection Leave dull, as a lethal injection Underground individual A nigga better get his god damn ass on If he wanna last long, cause if he stick around When I get to dumping and blasting, his ass gone It ain't shit to me, to pull in the head Better ask somebody, I'm a nigga that always Be on top and thoed, waiting on one of you hoes to come try me [Trae] A motherfucker, coming up out of the gutter Guerilla militia, a thug nigga Ain't scared to pack triggas, or hunt niggaz Slug niggaz run up on me nigga I'ma be a great nigga, flat line Ahead of my time we shut it down, what now I'm a young type nigga, that be ready to click Too quick, to let a nigga knock me outta my shit I fuck around and throw fists, till I damage they click Who the nigga, that'd wanna get apart Better take your time, we go hard in the paint Nigga what you think we fell off, hell naw Cause we been on the block, trying to collect my pay Make dance what a nigga 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 fuck 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 fuck around, and make a nigga 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 - 8x] [Dougie D] Who dat, wanna be fucking around With a nigga, 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 motherfuckers will bust spots Behind enemy lines, we known to get down Motherfuckers 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 nigga have to find you Nigga holla, nigga slide you, nigga put him up in the trunk And ride through H-Town, and then lied by bombs For a nigga, 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 motherfucker, that's known to drop bombs Like a nigga went bad, before Vietnam Raining on parades, banging em ranging AK's That spray, you fuck around with the wrong ones play boys Say boy, my niggaz don't play boy, hey boy I'm a nigga that'll rough you up, and fuck you up And you don't wanna play boy [Z-Ro] Bitch you better not be, playing with my lil bro Fuck around, and fill your body up with slugs Coming around the corner, smoking on the marijuana Looking for a son of a bitch, with a mug But I gotta maintain, keeping my composure Military crawl down, Southside soldier Pulling up on a motherfucker, that I opposition in a tank Running everybody over, clover be wishing well Better bust bitch, cause I'ma bust bitch 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 nigga 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 nigga That'll bust, and make the crowd move back You don't wanna that red black, blue black Motherfucker say who dat [Hook - 8x] |
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