Tercüme: Guerilla Maab. Bugafrend The Mist.
Tercüme: Guerilla Maab. All My Köpekler.
(feat. Texas Tantrum) [Texas Tantrum] My life, Guerilla Maab on the rise Can't you see, can't yooooou seeee [Hook x2: Texas Tantrum] Can't you see,
now the Underdawg, gon make a nigga respect mine You don't really wanna know, what's going on inside mine You an't fuck around, until you deal with a flat line Guerilla Maab
it to you But you know I take it back, once I dig it in you [Hook: Z-Ro] [Trae] What it do baby girl, I know you know about the Guerilla Maab type
[Hook x2] Stepping out the big Caddy, just call me big daddy I got these hoes on my team, even they kids love me Cause we don't wanna hurt y'all, we
] I'm taking it to another level, talking down on Trae You must don't know about the way, these young niggas don't play I'm a Guerilla Maab gladiator,
(feat. Taz) [Hook] I'm grabbing grain, in the turning lane And I gotta maintain (cause the law behind me) I've tried to leave the game, I know I need
broken I bury a stone, in these H-Town streets I did mines technique, and now I rap to eat Nigga ain't shit sweet, bout the Southside killas Untamed guerillas
I'm a time bomb Fucking up your eyesight, with a red light Light enough to light, fin to make These niggas, get the shit right I'm a Guerilla Maab soldier
The only thing that I knew, to live my life was doing crime Even as a young nigga, all I ever wanted was to shine The rude of people, kept guerillas living
(feat. Rocko) [Hook x2: Rocko] S.L.A.B. beating down your block Your little mama's on my jock She put my c.d. on Jealous niggas started hating my song
and shit Candy dripping still sipping, shining bright like a star In the big body Benz, dranking straight out the jar A H-Town hot boy, represent for the Maab
on bitches, all the way to the top we climbing on bitches Be shining on bitches, all the way for the money we stacking on bitches What you know bout that cuz, Guerilla Maab
win See I'm a killa for real, with a skill I can't lose Better get a bigger bitch, that'll pay your dues I'm a nigga from the Maab, that'll check the
give it up, 'fore I three-piece suit you Screwed Up Click, never been no loser No competition, when it come to the Maab Hopping up out the slab, with
real Down for the green, to make the world see It's all about, my family and me I ride for y'all, and y'all ride for me Guerilla Maab, what I'm fucking
Cause I'll sweep the block, when I'm aiming for you Like De La Hoya we body blow ya, then knock em over like Sammy Sosa Still letting off shots in a Cheve, Guerilla Maab
