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guerilla maab - who dat كلمات الأغنية

[hook x8]
who dat wanna do dat, like run up on a n-gg-
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 sh-t
imported from overseas
roll herb and the leaves, and blow the trees
running with a clan, of them soldier g’s
killing n-gg-z in day, or the night time
when i’m running with a motherf-cking 9 millimeter
i’m pharoah the six foot nine
south park slang, stain my brain
now i remain in a h-ll of a game, cause i stay for
one nation, under the groove
getting down with the funk, by packing a tool
like a n-gg- in the trunk, when i’m jamming the screw
guerilla maab and killa klan connection
f-cking em up, like an infection
leave dull, as a lethal injection
underground individual
a n-gg- better get his god d-mn -ss on
if he wanna last long, cause if he stick around
when i get to dumping and blasting, his -ss gone
it ain’t sh-t to me, to pull in the head
better ask somebody, i’m a n-gg- that always
be on top and thoed, waiting on one of you hoes to come try me

[trae]
a motherf-cker, coming up out of the gutter
guerilla militia, a thug n-gg-
ain’t scared to pack triggas, or hunt n-gg-z
slug n-gg-z run up on me n-gg-
i’ma be a great n-gg-, flat line
ahead of my time we shut it down, what now
i’m a young type n-gg-, that be ready to click
too quick, to let a n-gg- knock me outta my sh-t
i f-ck around and throw fists, till i damage they click
who the n-gg-, that’d wanna get apart
better take your time, we go hard in the paint
n-gg- what you think we fell off, h-ll naw
cause we been on the block, trying to collect my pay
make dance what a n-gg- 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 f-ck 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 f-ck around, and make a n-gg- 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 x8]

[dougie d]
who dat, wanna be f-cking around
with a n-gg-, 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 motherf-ckers will bust spots
behind enemy lines, we known to get down
motherf-ckers 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 n-gg- have to find you
n-gg- holla, n-gg- slide you, n-gg- put him up in the trunk
and ride through h-town, and then lied by bombs
for a n-gg-, 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 motherf-cker, that’s known to drop bombs
like a n-gg- went bad, before vietnam
raining on parades, banging em ranging ak’s
that spray, you f-ck around with the wrong ones play boys
say boy, my n-gg-z don’t play boy, hey boy
i’m a n-gg- that’ll rough you up, and f-ck you up
and you don’t wanna play boy

[z-ro]
b-tch you better not be, playing with my lil bro
f-ck around, and fill your body up with slugs
coming around the corner, smoking on the marijuana
looking for a son of a b-tch, with a mug
but i gotta maintain, keeping my composure
military crawl down, southside soldier
pulling up on a motherf-cker, that i opposition in a tank
running everybody over, clover be wishing well
better bust b-tch, cause i’ma bust b-tch
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 n-gg- 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 n-body run now
who dat wanna do dat, like run up on a n-gg-
that’ll bust, and make the crowd move back
you don’t wanna that red black, blue black
motherf-cker say who dat

[hook x8]

- guerilla maab

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