Guerilla Maab lyrics
Guerilla Maab lyrics
"Who Could It Be Lyrics"
Can't Stop Us Lyrics
This is for the touring bands living on the road The ones that tavel non-stop from coast to coast For the ones who do 90 shows in 90 fucking days Then they go back and do it all again Across the states Around the world We'll play it loud You can't stop us! This is for the bands that take a chance Leaving their loved ones and dead jobs behind For the fucking van that always breaks Spending money fixing it more than taking care of my health This is for the ones that break away Losing monet over and over again For the ones that take so much shit From peo
This is for the touring bands living on the road The ones that tavel non-stop from coast to coast For the ones who do 90 shows in 90 fucking days Then they go back and do it all again Across the states Around the world We'll play it loud You can't stop us! This is for the bands that take a chance Leaving their loved ones and dead jobs behind For the fucking van that always breaks Spending money fixing it more than taking care of my health This is for the ones that break away Losing monet over and over again For the ones that take so much shit From peo
f/ Cl'Che
[Hook - 2x]
Who could it be (who could it be)
But that M double A-B (but that M double A-B)
And we're sho nuff gon shine (and we're sho nuff gon shine)
Making everybody lose their mind (everybody losing they mind)
[Trae]
The same niggas on the block, wrecking it won't stop
We bout to head to the top, cocked dropping the top
With glocks ready to box, somebody bout to get dropped
Fuck around with the Maab, you fin to get shined out
Do you really wanna fuck around wit us
Come out of the trunk, with a AK with us
Better watch out for brains, you got a one hitter quitter
Nigga we the Southside, H-Town mob figgas
Rob niggas, on the block affiliated with drug dealers
Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggas
You don't wanna step to us, you getting hugged nigga
On the microphone with flow, you get drugged nigga
You better get somewhere, you can't block the shine
I'm ready for any nigga, that wanna get out of line
I'll tell you one mo' time, you better respect my mind
Intro Lyrics
Backwards: Heaven in art which Father Our, Our Father which art in Heaven.] I'm back. Straight of the muthafuckin' streets of Cleveland, five true thugs from the double glock: Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, Layzie, and that nigga Flesh. Ain't takin' know shit in the nine-fo', 'bout to shut this bitch down. Kick that shit, niggas. East Ninety-nine is where you find me slangin' me 1lello, daily. Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run. Eazy-E: Now let's walk through the doors backwards, my thugs . . . and play with the Ouija board
Who the niggas that wanna talk down
Who the bitch that wanna hate, I'm fin to sweat up they face
Me and Doug and Ro, up on a paper chase
Trying to get it like a fiend, with a top case
In the race we done did that, candy blue
In the lap, wearing a black hat fuck that
Somebody fin to get done, till everybody be gon
And nigga, we number one
[Hook - 2x]
[Dougie D]
I'ma give it to you live, I'ma give it to you raw
I ain't even fin to play, with you motherfuckers
I'm a motherfucker, that'll be packing a glock
Taking em out with red dots, I'm a head busta
I'ma Maab out I'ma ride out, no doubt
Making motherfuckers slide out, need to hide out
Fuck around with the wrong nigga, pull the nine out
Leave a motherfucker crispy, burned and fried out
Does the Dougie give it out, mmm-hmm
Like a nigga be smoking up on, good green fur
Fucking em up in the first round, yes sir
I'm just so cold, I make a nigga say burr
Gripping a round, me a
Sweet Caroline Lyrics
(N.Diamond) [Recorded May 8, 1974, Hollywood] Where it began, I can't begin to knowing But then I know it's growing strong Was in the spring, then spring became the summer Who'd have believed you'd come along. Hands, touching hands, reaching out, touching me, touching you [Chorus:] Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good I'd be inclined to believe they never would, so good, so good Look at the night and it don't seem so lonely We filled it up with only two, and when I hurt Hurting runs off my shoulder How can I hurt when I'm holding you One, touchin
nd my dogs get bucked(N.Diamond) [Recorded May 8, 1974, Hollywood] Where it began, I can't begin to knowing But then I know it's growing strong Was in the spring, then spring became the summer Who'd have believed you'd come along. Hands, touching hands, reaching out, touching me, touching you [Chorus:] Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good I'd be inclined to believe they never would, so good, so good Look at the night and it don't seem so lonely We filled it up with only two, and when I hurt Hurting runs off my shoulder How can I hurt when I'm holding you One, touchin
With the Lil Cl'Che, still ready to get crunk
We M double A-B, now little bitch what
On a treaty the microphone, we ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk right, that be dropping a bomb
I got a click of motherfuckers, putting words on the run
And when you thought it was over, nigga it just begun
And when you hear this shit, nigga don't you bump
When you feel you ready, nigga then come get some
[Hook - 2x]
[Cl'Che]
Got em all asking, who could it be
That Guerilla M double A-B, and C-L-C-H-E
The classified lady, sho nuff
Watch me shine up on the scene, make em all say their so thoed
Sitting back on these hoes, that's trying to out do my flows
And all I wanna do is get the key, and open the do'
For my Southeastern pros, fuck it let's show em that we could
Swang the 4's, I'm on a mission steady trying to get the cream
Maab deep, with the KMJ killa team
Staring Through The Eyes Of The Dead Lyrics
Why can't I breathe Still I see Dead on the table Try to move, I'm not able to They said I have died I still feel alive I won't believe their lies I can still see through these Eyes Help me I'm not dead Wake me from this hell Tell me I'm alive Dead Knives cutting into me Scalpels rip me Screaming into deaf ears Now they stop and see my tears Help me I'm not dead Wake me from this hell Tell me I'm alive Dead I can't stop the visions Stop the premonitions H
Doing things, making mo' money than you ever seen
While you watching me, on your big screen
BET or MTV, posters hanging at your local grocery
Now everybody know me, Cl'Che make you lose your mind
Everytime you jam a Maab c.d., the classified's on your mind
Southside I bring it to you live, so please don't underestimate me
Or my niggas Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro, sing the hook for me
[Hook - 2x]
[Z-Ro]
Who could it be, blowing on doja
Consuming codeine, cause I'm just a soldier
That stays on his grind, chasing that feddy
These fellas they ain't ready, they lightweight and I'm heavy
The Mo City Don, king of the ghetto
I keep dropping bombs, cause I just can't let go
I'm thoed in the game, hydro or that do-do
Catch Z-Ro in slow-mo, Z-Ro not no hoe thogh
I swang and I swerve, like Tony Montana
My balls are my word, come down your chimney like Santa
And put you to bed, for talking down on a O.G
Really though y'all don't know me, I will make you die slowly
[Hook - 3x]