[Hook - 2x]

We be, the M double A-B

Cocking and have my back, taking out all our enemies

We be, the M double A-B

Ain't no problem the point, that's to make all you bitches bleed



[Dougie D]

We be, the M double A-B

Infrared beams up on brains, and we making bitches see

Motherfucker don't play with me, cause shit could escalate and get deep

We pack techs, 22's, AK-47's glad to meet you heat

It be me the D-O-U-G, represent the M double A-B

I might pick up the glock and let off some shots

You don't really wanna be around me, son of a bitch don't you test these G's

It ain't a thing, to grab the thang and squeeze, we be fucking boys up

And leaving boys fucked, and that's the way that shit be

Who that there wanna do that there

Like fucking with a nigga that'll part your hair

You ain't know I was going there, you ain't know I was Maabing yeahFolk Song Lyrics
I've waited the night over For some word to come I asked the moon o'er the clover but the moon she is dumb You've made me a promise At midnight we'd go And that we should be married Sailing westward ho Such words you have spoken You have told me a lie That it could not be broken when you knew it must die There's no light in heaven That my heart can see That my heart be imprisioned While the devil go free Go free />
Nigga D, Z-Ro, Trae like desperadoes knocking all bitches fake balling

Too late to think about what your ass would be doing, if you had stay home

And I stay long, give you bitches what you need fuck what you want

We rugged and rough and stay tough, and that's the way that we get gone

We Maab on a bitch, ain't no weakest link we all roll on a bitch

Family connect and collide, leaving boys shot up and shit cause we



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[Z-Ro]

Hokes, murderers, jackers, that's my motherfucking family

And fuck the police, cause they would never understand me

I'm criminal minded, kicking in your door with a shot behind it

And I don't never be givin a damn about nothin, kickin up dust mean muggin

Cussing all the time, when I pull out my calico opposition be falling down

Like rain drops when the pain stops, you'll be over

Shouldn't of removed the motherfucking chip on my shoul

Wxyz Lyrics
(*man and woman talking on phone*) [Chorus: Devin the Dude] 2X There's no double you You might just have to ex, out your problems Tell my why, and pretend you don't see... [Devin] Yep... ya fucked up didn't ya? Ya didn't come home last night and he pinned ya Up against the wall, you shouted "hell nah" You makin a phone call nigga hit you in the jaw You scream,

er

A soldier fa sho, like sho nuff I got to glow

24/7 about my paper stack, I gotta get my do'

And ain't bond a damn thang, trying to put punches on punk ass niggaz brain

Busting like open the pain, cheifing potent mary jane

Got me lifted since I'm talented and gifted, I'm going off

Call me Viagra rapper, going hard never going soft

Everybody we be, the M double A-B

Cocking our weapon and stepping up in your fecinity, S-E-T tripping



[Hook - 2x]



[Trae]

Never see what your boxing game about

Running off at the mouth, you fin to get bumped off

Guerilla militia be ready for combat, strapped up with a sawed off

Turn off the lights, half of you niggaz don't really wanna fight

So I'm gone end it for you, bout to come nigga you better run

Cause I'll sweep the block, when I'm aiming for you

Like De La Hoya we body blow ya, then knock em ove

Party Time Lyrics
It's Friday night And I feel so fine My Ma's gone out And the house is mine Oh baby, won't you hurry on down It's party time Bring your records along And I've got mine The gangs all here And the dancing fine Well, Mama must know It's party time Party Time, hummm-hummm Party time, hummm-hummm Don't you know, hummm-hummm I love you so, hummm-hummm Lets have some fun tonight It's party time ---- Instrumental Interlude ----

r like Sammy Sosa

Still letting off shots in a Cheve, Guerilla Maab fin to come take it over

Don't take it litley I'm not politely, I know you despite me nigga and what

You better check yourself, 'fore you wreck yourself

Or you get found dumped off in a cut, fucked up

When I go hit up I ain't gon duck, when I pull out nigga you outta luck

Thinking you Superman, when I bust I bet you don't get back up

Your life I bet you can't lift that up, your blood I bet you can't pick that up

Your lip I know that I'll split that up, and I'm steadily taking you niggaz lunch

You better stay out of my way, motherfuckers fin to get they words

They straight up, on the microphone you get ate up, on the shelf

You fin to get layed up, and on the block you fin to get sprayed up

Steady fucking up you haters later, you don't want none

Cause I'm gon fade you, whether you locally or you major nigga



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