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Hid'in

Guerilla Maab

Resurrected

2002

and forty-four thousand, are gon make it
Wonder how the rest of us, outside the gate gon make it

[Hook - 2x]

[Trae]
Feels like my time is over
I gotta survive,

an break down some loud
Silent king just hanging around
I got this blunt between your lips
With smoke coming straight off of the mix
Molly rock crushed down

again, six speed wins

Blow up the confetti when I do my dance
B-I-G, she want one more chance
Vapormax on, Stone Island on
I don't fuck with nobody

This shits not a hobby

Flexing on haters
Got that Gucci Gator
I'm like see ya later
The fact is I'm greater

2 3 and sixes 
You want me just mix it
I'm

the hamper
My frequency too high to be penetrated by cancer
My vibration high as my standards
Forever in my prime feel like Deion Sanders
And I don’t know who

on E
His F a bitch, I was thuggin' by myself 'cause I'm a G
Uh, "L," stands for, "Love," I'm chasin' M's and pushin' P
Uh, gotta stay on Q, capitol R,

the window looking for revenge it's the
Count de Monte Cristo
I be counting money by the fistful, youngin'
You don't know what nothing
Bout this though,

(shit)
Glad I'm free so I smoke (shit)
Had to be what I wrote (shit)
My tragedy became Quote$ shit
Ducked off in them dark times
My backpack by that park

down
Gotta flip a pack
Serve ya mans a couple pounds
If i take a loss
Then i flip it to a dub
You see the get back
On my own re bounds
N****s be clowns

time to make some moves
Gotta handle my business
Steady scheming on that B.. yes a B for a billion
By the time I'm in my 30s touching M's Lord willing

nigga aim
Now I don't see it the same
These are the rules of the game
You should be cool and act lame
You should be rich and play broke
Gotta be wise

as fuck, I can't hawk shit down in my G
Smart grind, blend in your whole 4G
Whippin' tips, no cheese

This gon' make them OD, but that's what they be wantin

play, some spray
Half of these niggas underage
They came with the purple T
Grape shit, some call it gray
I call it revolutionizing in the mix
My

the bustas and slugs are at
I'm a general, raw dog assassin homie
Assassin nigga, bitch nigga
Be blastin' nigga
I'm a pimp, I'm a g, something you wanna be

When You Come Home

Shyheim

The Sting

2002

handcuffs
Dear God, Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
His girl eight months pregnant, a nurse assistant holding him down
Faithfully on every visit,

money to be my opp,  stupid Why he ridin' around with    taurus? Go buy a Glock
I'm from D Street, it's regular, toat da chop Nigga ugly in the field, you

from
Still I gotta know I ain't regular, look how far I come
Boy, I'm really him, I was running from the facts
It's either you embrace it

I'm the highest in the room you can already tell
Don't check on me you can see I'm doing well
Making my money by using a scale
I run it up off big

friend did it better, I might pull up next day
Young nigga stackin' G's, bitch, you know my bread, different head
Young B on her back, bitch, you know her

be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe

Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it

plexin with a g
Not a fake bone in my body legit as can be
Aint no space in this place for the mask that you rocking
No wool over my eyes third chakras

(G4 Breeze)
(Oooo)
Sound like
Sunsets (Oooo) in the I.E. (Oooo)
Sun dresses out (Ooo-ooo) palm trees
(Ooo-ooo)
Ugh
I be out of town, in and out

Anime weed my nigga yea 3 in the morning
Think of a song nigga I write it then record it
I master and mix so forgive if this shits distorded
But I gotta

the money my niga!

Just get the money my niga 
Don’t be no bummie my niga
Ain’t nothing funny my niga 
Don’t worry bout a g 
I’ma just do me 
Twist a lot