[Hook]
I just can`t take, this shit no more
I feel I`m losing my mind, but still I can`t let go
The pain inside of my chest, about to make me blow
So run inside of my range, and I`ll be forced to let go
[Trae]
I can`t take it, I feel I`m losing composure
My attitude done got me clicking, but fuck it cause I`m a soldier
Lately I`ve been on that other shit, like a mad dude
Stressing over my brother, living in penitentiary blues
Never shed both tears, but I`m keeping a clip for them haters
With any reason opening fire, on a bitch made traitor
I`ve been falling off in my zone lately, and if one of these nigga
Run up on me, then I`m letting em have it baby
And it ain`t no if and maybe`s, so shady with the way they living
If willing I`m drilling, dealing with bitches that got me sinning
I`m trying to cope, but I feel like they really wanna bring it out me
When how many niggas out here, say they down and I know they doubt me
It`s fucked up, but I`ma pull a maneuver
Bobbing and weaving, and run it to you
Hard times, got me mentally ready to bring it to you
Cause I`m young black and broke, with hopes of getting paid
You better disperse, cause I feel like I wanna spray bitch
[Hook]
[Z-Ro]
You can`t assassinate my character, whispering words of war
But I`m fed up with you son of a bitches, you`ve gone too far
Making a mockery out of my name, ain`t cool
So I`m straight to the horse`s mouth, me and my motherfucking tool
I love nothing and slug something, every twenty minutes
Fuck with me and the murder scene, just can`t be prevented
I`m hell bound, will I be punished for thinking this way
A problem child of reason, I`m smoking and drinking today
Jokes of Douglas and Fraiser, we the niggas who made you
Fuck us over, and can`t nobody save you
I`m the truth, mark ass niggas get a loosing in they tooth
Get murdered in the streets, the way to get murdered in the booth
I`ll ride for my niggas, and I`ll die for my niggas
It ain`t shit to let my 45, fly for my niggas
Take a ride for my niggas, to the swamps and back
So bear a witness, to the motherfucking pumps I pack bitch
[Yukmouth]
I can`t stand the pain, I can`t stand the rain
Taking penitentiary chances, moving grams of caine
I snatch your chain, run in your house and grab them thangs
Hit the block like Ro and Trae, with them slabs of bang
Stay on the grind, twenty-fo` sev`
Don`t make me turn this 211, to a 1-8-7 one in your head
Street sweeper, 2-2-3`s to capitate your legs
Break your legs, like Kujo to shake the FED`s
I break bread with my goons, cause the streets gotta eat
And if it ain`t no food on the streets, a dog show his teeth
I`m a beast, fuck a freak go to sleep with my heat
Creep stay on my feet, ain`t no mercy for the weak
Fuck you geeks, I`m trying to stress this dope like yeast
Fuck the police, I go to court smoking a sweet
Talk shit, like 50 Cent I`ll put a hole in your cheek
I roll deep with the Guerilla Maab, I`m down for the beef nigga
[Hook]
[Trae]
Deep inside, I see they got a nigga spitting these verses
I got to get, but still it seem like I was blessed with the curses
And deep inside, I know nobody give a fuck about me
So stay the fuck from round me, cause bitch you tend to bring it out me
I heard some niggas looking for me, on the other side
And if they come, I bet they run into a homicide
Sending them slugs, and they won`t stop until they get inside
Animosity in my chest, done got me spitting wide and I ain`t lying
[Z-Ro]
Friends turn into foes, and foes turn into memories
No mask when I ride, to make sure a nigga remember me
My name bring pain, to the soul of a busta
Cause it`s more than a concussion, when I touch a motherfucker
(forever Guerilla Maab), and it`s gon be for life
And it be retaliation, then it`s gon be tonight
I wish a nigga would, run up and be laying it down
Locate his neighborhood, high ball and I`m spraying it down
[Hook - 2x]
