Guerilla Maab - World Keep Turnin lyrics

(feat. T.A.Z.)

[T.A.Z.]

I'm under suspicion, so I'm forced to move around a lot

Using criminal plots, to bleed blocks

And decieved cops, keeping my heat cocked

Cause hard knocks, keep a nigga on watch

Thinking every new face that I meet's, just another pair of

Scandalous eyes on the rise, some niggaz to anxious to say hi

Some hoes too quick, to come off the thighs

It ain't hard for these hatas to hide, so I'm on the grind

Wondering with a one track mind

Whether we win or we lose, through the thick and the thin

I'm one the rise, so I'ma die for mine

Trying to make it to the top, no more ducking the cops

Cause I'm scared to show my I.D

Nervous when I see them bright lights, blinding me

Already noid, since they got behind me

Rolling dirty, so I know I'm going to jail

Cause I smell like a pound, sipping straight crown

Roll the top down, showing off surround by sound

Gauge from the backseat, letting it down

But ain't no need to clown, cause we gon hold the final

We gon ball, till the day we die

Witness the world's, most deadliest niggaz

Trying to gain control, cause it's our time to shine

[Hook x2]

Look at all the money we earning mayn

As the world keep turning mayn

Try to do it on the low, but everywhere I go

Somebody got a law man, learning names

Nothing but the finest doja, be burning mayn

As the world keep turning mayn

Top of the line, Mary Jane for strain

And I'm never caught, slipping in the turning lane

[Dougie D]

Peep this, look at all the change

Top of line, Mary Jane for strain

But a nigga feel wherever I go, somebody got a law man

Learning names, but it's all in the game

I need to realize, what the deal is

Where you at, can a nigga come chill

Parlay, and smoke some weed at your crib

And motherfuckers I don't even know, be running up on me

Talking bout, nigga I ain't seen you in years

What type of bullshit that is, they got they hands out

No doubt, Guerilla Maab steady jamming stacking the clout

You keep my name out your mouth

And ain't no tricking with that, cause they ain't down

Cause I be ready to clown, and making em move round

Whoa now, and in the turning lane

Where a nigga be wanting to get me

But like a banana, my army peeling at em be tripping

But on the cool, I act a damn fool

Look at all the money we gain, and hell if I gotta jack fools

[Trae]

Everybody wanna see a nigga dead for real

Other niggaz really wanna go, and play my skills

So I gotta be quick, to knock drama out of place

Taking a pitch out a plate, ready to face

Any nigga, any broad, anybody that'll wanna

Take me out of the game, ain't a damn thang changed

I'ma maintain, and keep my composure

So if you take a wrong step, you better keep on coming

And I know, that it ain't gotta be that way

But it's too many people, that's steady fucking with Trae

Keeping us stressed with a vest, you better pray to get blessed

Cause this negativity, making me the man that I be

Ain't nobody, gonna be taking me out of the game

Cause I was blessed, with the mind to maintain

And gotta think fast, when I'm on my toes

Guerilla Maab, haven't you heard we number one

[Hook x2]

[Z-Ro]

Since I got too many diamonds glissing

They wanna tap my phones, so they can listen in

For differd judification, from conversation

About divid-ends, living in a world that's fucked up

White folks, be making these drugs

We killing eachother fo', spilling blood over territory

We don't own, dumb shit we killing eachother fo'

Steady telling out Northside, and yelling Southside

Every motherfucker, got they mouth wide

Open, infrared beams be scoping

And monitoring, everybody outside

My congregation, with a bird's eye view

Everybody wanna rap, cause they heard I do

Never be another nigga, that'll write a 16 bar

Using the nouns and verbs, I use

I choose, to be the nigga that'll be ready for war

Motherfuckers be bumping they gums

Bout anything, they can get they mind on

I pimp on and grind on, mad cause I got my shine on

A Maab type nigga like myself, that'd never think

Or give a damn about, what a bitch wanna lie about

Give a nigga a reason, to dress up in black

And give a grandmother, something to cry about

Because I'm a G in the game, bringing a tired side of me

Is something, that a motherfucker never gon see in the game

T.A.Z. he in the game, Trae he in the game, Dougie D in the game

But certain motherfuckers, shouldn't even be in the game

Maintain, everybody want attention but I stay blaze Jane

Top of the line, Mary Jane for strain

Never caught, slipping in the turning lane

[hook x3]