Guerilla Maab 3D2

Guerilla Maab 3D2 - If U Wanna Know lyrics

(feat. Peaches, Kendro, Raw-D)

[singing]

[Hook 1 x2: Peaches]

If you wanna know, just how the story goes

From being in the sto's, to rocking every show

We be rolling tires, the Maab is on the rise

Trae and Dougie D, Guerilla Maab for life

[Hook 2]

Everybody get wired up, (cause me and my Maab be popped up)

We concrete bust no stopping us (we ride out, now we popular)

Everybody get wired up, (cause me and my Maab you could bounce with us)

We concrete no stopping us (hustling, AK's and choppers)

[Raw-D]

I'm a young nigga, ready for war

Cause I'm out chea, and I'm stepping with my hands on my weapon

No time for the women, cause they holding me down

But I'm ready to climb, slowed down whoa now

You can learn by fucking with us, cause I'ma swell up

Your face and detach your jaw, everybody wanna know

Gon come to a halt, talking all that shit we might cut you short

Cause I'm a thug nigga, with a gun and a beam

Running with the Guerilla Maab, niggas on my team

Mash for cream, trying to fulfill my dreams

With my mug on mean, you don't really wanna know me

I be the lil one, they call Raw-D

Brought up in the streets, in the P.U.D

You got beef with me, you better be about your issue

You can't stand the heat, get your ass out the kitchen

Me, Dougie D, Trae, K all on a mission

On a mission, all in the back of the Expedition

Me and my G's, we all be hitting

Coming through your hood, make you stop look and listen

Better cool your tensions, cause I might get violent

Some people yelling out, shh be quiet

Everybody in the club, just excited

I could fucking ride it, spark up a riot

[Hook 1: x2]

[Kendro]

If you wanna, you can ride out with me

Kendro, the lil' nigga that supply the heat

To put him on his back, and R.I.P

Boy looking at me, no order to leave

The mighty techs release, and cease the plex

Cooned out cat, certified the rest

Survive the game, and I squash the plex

In a black bullet proof, and I'm down to check

Instead I make my feddy, by the rock and the Houpe

That don't stay fly, I get fly too

Trying to hop out of line, put a nigga in his place

Serve up his chest, and swell up his face

We on a paper chase, bo'gaurd the block

And the block is hot, so I glock yacht

Phone the friends, I need the chopper

It's seventeen niggas, it's seventeen shots

Here to wreck on c.d.'s, in the seven seas

(I'm a Guerilla Maab thug), we South Klique G's

When I clear my pad, I'll make niggas all agg'd

Better tuck they tail, and dress just like drag

When I grab the mic, I make the whole crowd crunk

And pop the trunk, and everybody get bucked

Fin to let these boys, up on some game

On my last leg, and don't bite your fame

[Hook 1: x2]

[Hook 2]

[Trae]

Too many hating motherfuckers, steady be jocking me

Know what I claim, and ain't nobody fin to stop me

I'm one of the raw niggas, straight up out of the block

Staying ready to box, and staying strapped with a glock

One hell of a thug fuck love, I got a slug now bitch

I fuck around and kick this off, and I'ma hug me a bitch

24/7, and all my niggas ready to ride

Straight up bust heads, keeping the block bled

Niggas really don't, wanna be fucking with us

No time to be talking, I'm popping the trunk

With a pump, and I'ma spray

So if you do the wrong thang, you fin to get fucked up

And we the type of niggas, that'll be known to get bucked

And never let up, I don't plan on giving up for shit

With a click too thick, on the rise to get rich

Gotta get like Aaliyah, you better get it together

Before a nigga mess around, and get your whole click wet up

[Dougie D]

What the deal is, what go down

We making motherfuckers, walk the plank

And swanging hard at hoes, just like apes

Guerilla Maab 3D2, running over niggas in our way

You motherfuckers, better give up quick

'Fore a nigga commits your woman, that ass and the bitch clit

Digging all up in your shit, and got a motherfucker oh so sick

And hollin' what the deal is

Now that a nigga, popping up

Everybody wanna be in my face, Guerilla Maab we popular

Don't get it get crunk, wire it up with us

If you got your guns, all you niggas bust with us

Nigga look we thug niggas, Dougie D and Trae

Ken and Raw, we steady breaking hoes on off

Before you bitch niggas talk that shit, you better walk that shit

Dropping wide, up on the scene

[Hook 2: x2]

[Hook 1: x2]

[singing]

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