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(*talking*) The youngest guerilla in here mayn, Young Dyno In here with Trae, D and S.L.A.B We representing this to the fullest mayn, AK's loaded And cocked, but now the clip's ready to peel on a punk [Chorus: Repeat 2X] Why'all niggaz better run, we ready for war This ain't no game we off the chain, and playing it raw Speaking my name you better quit, 'fore you lose your jaw S-L-A-be that's on my life, we ready for war Who gon represent for Texas, like I represent for Texas And who this nigga talking down on Dirty South, niggaz rapping reckless Scared took him out of the hotel, 'cause when Ro swang Ro swell

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Eyebrows and jaws, so in my presence Mr. don't tell I'm a motherfucking murderer, you the wanksta Popping that gangsta shit on the radio, and it's disturbing you Big Moe nigga that's my big dog, and my love ain't never gon withdrawal So we clicked up coming to get why'all, my nigga Ja said you's a bitch dog I'm a soldier, these niggaz ain't never gon learn Fucking with the fire bitch nigga you freezing, then you burn This is M-O-E, Murder Of Everything in front of us And can't nobody stop it, because the reaper's coming to cancel every one of us And it's all gravy, all of my niggaz are hard plus we all crazy Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change I'm a whole dolla nigga, hanging one in your brain

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Now can you picture see smoke out choked out, with Guerilla Maab Mob figgas representing, and we here to do the job Got my step-on nigga shoes on, 'case it get dirty 'Cause man it's going down, in the Thirty It's for war thirty, fuck President Bush If he was close to the edge, then I'll give him a push And do this whole world a favor, hey there howdy neighbor Shit, I'm sorry I took so long to save you I was getting my dick sucked, by my secretary She asked me my sign, I told her bitch Aires I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block I paint the white house black, and start renting it out In this underground game, I'm rolling with S.L.A.B Black H2 Hummers, when we holding the Avenue

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Got a itching trigga finger, when I'm holding my strap Nigga they call me hit man, don't get your wig pushed back Man some of these niggaz, is bitches too Steady riding my dick, like bitches do You a gangsta or a hoe, nigga which is you Archie Lee been real, before I had a crew Get it right don't get it wrong, I stay's in the zone Plus my piece got yellow stones, like I stayed on the Stone I spit that hood shit, that wood shit Hershelwood for life, matter fact it's all good bitch I heard a nigga in the game, was saying my name But now my glock is fully loaded, and ready to aim S-L-A-be until I'm gone, and I'm repping it strong You don't want to see these gorillas, running up in your home

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Everybody better clear the lot, when the lights off I set it off, when I luger ride for the cause And fuck the law, I'ma mash till I'm finished and done And when it's all said and done, I'ma be number one And I bet that I'm a soldier that'll fold you, I done told you Niggaz getting ran over, in a Rover Trae forever staying sober, like a Jehovah Witness I'm at your door brah, door brah [Chorus: Repeat 2X] Let's take it, to the streets Any one of you, motherfuckers got beef I will fill you, with heat Get the nine millimeter fitted up in my denim, on my creep

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Who that want to do that, bitch or come through that And sweep up, that street I'm a motherfucking G, and bitch you gon' listen to me When I speak, ain't got no time to try to be friendly Motherfuckers, must didn't hear me Move around bitch, before you feel me We smoke em, and choke em Then fry a motherfucker, just like a poker The game is now over, be the next To the thoedest cats or now open, are you playing with me boy Watch a nigga bob and weave, and then we break jaw We ain't barring no law Snap rugged and rough, and playing this game raw Bitch we ready for war, anybody running up is bound to get scarred D-O-you-G I are, dropping bombs up on you bitches going hard

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These niggaz be plexing and talking down, on a G ass nigga Sweet pea ass nigga, fuck around and catch the heat ass nigga Beefing with me a nigga named be , you silly rabbits finna see A guerilla thriller will kill a nigga, in these H-Town streets Ready for war boy we raw, I thought I told you cats Who was the nigga that had to bust, and make the crowd move back Never slacking or lacking, still attacking like I'm Sadaam Set it off like the chirp that's going off, on the alarm Doing harm nigga we swarm, on any and every hater in sight Fuck around and call a nigga Teddy, steady turning off your lights Night lights gon get burned, fucking with paper that I earned S.L.A.B. gladiating on hating, see you cats gon learn

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It's Jay'Ton, motherfuckers and if they don't know the name From the wild wild West, slugging em like Jesse James Dog better get the fuck back, 'fore I fuck around and leave a nigga flat With a cardiac heart attack, slugs stuck off in your back See I ain't tripping mayn, I'm one of the young guerillas That's stacking scrilla, slash a killa cause I'm a made nigga You don't want to get hauled on, or straight clicked on I've been a G ever since the day, that I left home S-L-A-be , one of these motherfuckers finna see I've been a sad cat with a fat cat all the way back, still spitting with heat One of the rap game phenomenon's, me and my click be ready for war You better get your entourage, 'fore you get calicoes through your car Or you'll get a 44 to your jaw, ain't no love boxing we raw And if you really think that we playing, step in the ring so you can get scarred

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Guerillas ready for havoc, on a mission to let you have it To tell the truth I done had it, this game is really fin to get tragic I ain't having when I'm busting on first and ten, I'ma be rushing Till a nigga left with concussions, bring the end of discussion dog You don't want to get me pissed off or ticked off your ass is fin to get pissed on Not dissed on but clicked on, for stepping inside my zone 50 Cent, baby that's nothing but chump change Shooting slugs at my partna, disrespecting the game So feel this verbal cocaine, your whole tape was trash Now the whole Screwed Up Click, gon beat that ass So when you come in H-Town, don't hide behind your circle We gon' tear the club up, leave both your eyes purple Hurt you bitch nigga, that's from the Boss Man I'm known for slapping boys, knocking em out with my hands

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Understand bow down, and show some respect We clicked up and heated, with knives hanging round our neck I'm a cold blooded killa, do a murder for the price So call the ambulance, and put this bitch up on some ice [Chorus: Repeat 2X ] (*Z-Ro talking*) 2K3, S-L-A-be , slow, loud and bangin' In your motherfucking face, in your motherfucking trunk Hell naw, it ain't gon' never stop nigga We don't know how to stop, so shit we just gon' Keep going, and matter fact this hoe ass nigga 50 Cent Bitch you ain't nothing but two quarters nigga We made change out of your bitch ass, nigga

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We hold dolla bills round this bitch, holding Ain't a god damn thang stolen Big Moe, that's my motherfucking nigga for L-I-F-E So fuck you niggaz, till you D-E-A-D Run up on us if you want to nigga, get your bitch ass slid Into a motherfucking coma, yeah nigga Like H-A-Dub-K say nigga, we ain't gon' play We got the motherfucking K, we ready to spray With no delay, feel me nigga Mo City Texas Till a nigga gone, forever rolling with my chrome (*Dyno talking*) Nigga in the right state of mind, again again Letting you punk ass niggaz, know about war You know I'm saying, niggaz out here we glove or We can glock it up, you know I'm saying ain't no playing out here It's gorillas for real, lil' orangutan ass chipmunk ass niggaz Why'all better represent this to the fullest mayn, this S.L.A.B Bitches understand this mayn, all that talking down Running the diarrhea out your mouth, get something to talk about 'Cause a nigga'll slap your track out bitch, you know I'm saying Hoe ass niggaz, trying to ride red niggaz know Ike painting Ain't like Ike's know I'm saying, do what you like

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