Fuck Wit Y'all

Z-Ro

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    [Hook]
    Why y'all, wanna fuck with us
    We don't fuck with y'all, (fuck with y'all)
    Run up on us, with that nothing
    Nigga you gon be in the ground, (in the ground)
    Soldiers, united for the cash
    This is the battlefield (battlefield)
    So all that bumping gums, and talking down
    That shit'll get you killed (get you killed)

    [Z-Ro]
    I wake up early in the evening, roll myself a cigarillo
    We talk to my Guerilla Maab, niggas'll roll solo
    All these other rap niggas, act so PH-banish
    Straight up strong enough for a man, but just too weak to take the challenge
    And each way with display, they got no back bone
    They looking like jellyfish to me, about to get they back blown
    Cause we ride on niggas, and disguise on niggas
    Glock cocked we hop out, and surprise on niggas
    You in danger, I've never been a stranger to homicide
    Cause in my hood, we kill eachother just to stay alive
    It's Screwed, so I fuck with Rap-A-Lot but I'm still broke
    Can't afford to stay in the 4 Seasons, but I still smoke
    Why y'all niggas fucking with me, I wanna be free
    But jealousy and envy, be watching me planning on stopping me
    Fuck that, I'm a Ridgemont 4 gangsta and I bust back
    Southsi' for li' Familia, until I'm on my back

    [Hook]

    [Trae]
    I'm a bonified soldier, in the G to the T
    Motherfuckers be screaming murder, on T-R-A-E
    Everyday when I grind, I gotta get it like it's my last breath
    Fuck what them niggas thinking, hit my corner they mean death
    The youngest of the Maab, but I'ma stomp like a big dog
    Presidential be hating, now my glock saying fuck y'all
    Ro pass the word, let me show em how it go
    Cause I ain't playing with bitches, I'm disposing all of my foes
    We M double A-B, S-L-A-B till I'm dead
    Everynight I be on the edge, with a pump onside of my bed
    Going retarded, cause niggas take this game for a joke
    Eternally burning, I'm bout to put this bitch up in smoke
    They must be on dope, thinking the court of law gon resolve it
    If my brother Dinkie was here, I swear to God he would bomb it
    Rest in peace to my niggas, that we lost in the field
    For real, disrespect it and you gon fuck around and get killed

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    [Hook]

    [Z-Ro]
    Never slipping whether I'm smoking, and I'm dranking or not
    Raising so much hell in the streets, niggas thinking demons is hot
    Is in our blood it's in our body, it's in our soul
    You Jesus don't let me click, cause if I lose it I might stroll
    Right up on them Presidential niggas, read em they rights
    Revenge or retaliation, or motherfucking gun fight
    Now you done fucked with me, so it's a must that I fuck with you
    How you gon sue me, and you bootlegging dude

    [Trae]
    Niggas be smoking, how the fuck you gon fuck with the Maab
    I been repping since '96, from the booth to the Boulevard
    We work hard paying dues, in this god damn game
    And these broke ass bitch niggas, wanna roach off the name
    Can't give a fuck about your team, or give a fuck if you was paid
    The only thing I give a fuck about, is locked up in a cage
    And I'm meaning what I scream, ain't no way to shut me up
    Till you put me in a grave, and nigga I don't give a fuck I'm a asshole

    [Hook]

    Fuck with y'all...
    In the ground...
    Battlefield...
    Get you killed...

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