[Hook: Big T]
Fuck y`all, I`m staying on my job
Its the Big T, putting it down with the Maab
Fuck y`all, I know you gon hate
For the ones who talking down, we keep putting it in your face
Fuck y`all, you boppers and gold diggers
We some million dolla niggas, you never gon get us
Fuck y`all, I know you boys heard
The year of the underdawg, and we repping the Dirty Third
[Z-Ro]
Lately I`ve been losing my composure, the soldier in me is raging
I got a fucked up attitude, and I punish a punk if he misbehaving
Like I`m taking names, when it get a little more deeper
Z-Ro the Crooked taking aim, point blank range, hit a nigga in the brain
Is it ever gon stop hell naw, shouldn`t even have to tell y`all, but if
One of y`all run up on anybody, Guerilla Maab and people gon smell y`all
Cause I don`t give a fuck about you, when I bust I`m trying
To knock a chunk up out ya, hit a motherfucker in the middle of the ring
Left right combos, pre punk up out you, ahh bitch all cats
Don`t want no beef, fucking with me, and the Guerilla M double A-B
Haters sprinkle S-L-A-T, but we steady stack E-N-D`s
Out on the block or up in the sto`, raw like salt that`s up in your nose
A gangsta I suppose, and until my eyes close fuck y`all
[Hook]
[Dougie D]
Fuck y`all fuck you, and everything that you stand fo`
I`m a motherfucking P-I-M-P, Dougie D all I want is the cash flow
From the front to the back do`, I`ll straight up slide a hoe all up out my pesos
Sparkle weaving all these fake hoes, leaving hatas so shit I`ll shake those
Feel that man they can get back wanna rip that, four five killing all chit chat
Man I live a life long straight do` flat, come roll with me so its like that
Everyday all day, representing for the dirty third, fuck what a
Motherfucker heard, swift flyer than a bird, a nigga swang and a nigga swerve
Indeed I love to smoke my weed, stimulate my M-I-N-D
But these hatas always up on my meat, so I gotta stay up on my P`s
Put it down with my partna Big T, representing hard in the Southside streets
We gon continue to smash for the trash, and the white folks what y`all thinking
[Hook]
[Trae]
Repping the Dirty Third, we in the four do` Coupe coming up on the curb
And fin to fly to the South like a heard of birds, and anybody talking down
Better watch they words, `fore I touch a nigga nerve
And if another one of you motherfuckers wanna get stoled on
Better hold on `fore I roll on, with a right hand that`ll do a nigga so wrong
It`ll be known for some of y`all to move on, we still always and forever
Guerillas that mob and I`m the lieutenant, stand down back down
And get a nigga smacked down, into the ground you feel me now
Thinking I don`t know that y`all hating on us, while your other
Motherfuckers be waiting on us, and changing on us
Debating on us, and all of that hate only made a nigga tough, fuck being down
We ain`t going back broke I`ma cope anyone that Trae`d never smoke
Any one of these hoes going against the Maab, on the mic you better
Get a day job, we ain`t having it motherfucker better know we talented
Any way I`ma damage it, savage it, when we come
Through the do`, we ramming it
[Hook - 2x]
