Текст песни
[Trae]
I
know
you
haters
better
run,
I'm
coming
for
you
And
everyday
a
nigga
repping,
and
riding
for
Screw
I
was
keeping
it
in
my
chest,
now
I'm
getting
it
out
I
know
you
spectators
in
the
game,
better
close
your
mouth
I
got
a
lot
of
my
time
invested,
up
in
this
game
It's
S.U.C.
till
I'm
dead,
ain't
no
need
to
explain
I'm
in
the
Maab
with
guerillas,
and
we
coming
in
packs
The
only
friends
we
got
deep,
and
coming
with
black
gats
So
niggaz'd
back
back,
I'm
a
man
dude
with
a
attitude
And
I'm
too
quick
to
click,
Lil'
Trae
is
a
damn
fool
In
my
zone
leave
me
alone,
I
ain't
trying
to
be
fucked
with
Everything
that
I
got,
is
everything
that
I
wanna
roll
with
Me
and
me
and
myself,
you
niggaz
bad
for
my
health
Now
I'm
pumped
up
like
Superman,
with
a
uppercut
to
be
felt
I
ain't
playing
with
what
I'm
saying,
you
cats
better
start
praying
For
Deebo
commits
to
spraying,
and
everybody
be
staying
[Hook]
Why,
these
fellas
talking
down
Don't
they
know,
why
we'll
ride
And
make
somebody
slide,
beware
Why,
these
fellas
talking
down
Don't
they
know,
why
we'll
ride
And
make
these
bustsas
hot,
beware
[Bun
B]
I'm
chilling
in
my
1's,
chopping
game
on
my
celly
My
iced
out
cross,
hanging
down
to
my
belly
Got
your
lil
mama,
butt
naked
shake
her
jelly
I'ma
put
her
on
a
tape,
and
play
it
back
on
the
telly
Boys
hate
to
love
the
street
show,
when
we
showing
up
I
give
me
back
the
same
middle
finger,
they
be
throwing
up
They
can't
afford
the
pints,
by
the
case
that
we
po'ing
up
Young
in
the
game,
it's
time
to
start
growing
up
Get
you
some
hustle,
get
you
some
grind
Show
me
some
muscle,
show
me
some
shine
Fuck
trying
to
crime,
off
another
nigga
name
It's
just
a
matter
of
time,
'fore
I
run
you
out
the
game
Because
I
can't
believe
the
nerve,
of
these
hoes
Trying
to
use
my
nigga
Pimp
name,
for
benefit
shows
Fin
to
start
kicking
in
do's,
with
the
macks
Trying
to
let
that
shit
pass,
now
I'm
coming
for
your
ass
fool
[Hook]
[Trae]
It's
the
return
of
the
mad
rapper,
industry
nigga
subtracter
That
be
greed
up
in
the
fists,
that
be
clinched
like
a
black
panther
I'm
sick
and
tired
of
you
fakers,
that
try
to
twist
up
the
game
So
now
you
gotta
see
me,
like
the
84's
that
I
swang
My
glock
I
cock
and
I
aim,
my
name
you
fin
to
respect
it
You
let
me
off
in
your
world,
then
I
swear
to
God
I'ma
wreck
it
You
must
of
thought
I
forgot
about
you,
acting
sue
a
crowd'll
watch
you
I
gotta
get
that
up
out
you,
your
people
gon
be
without
you
On
top
of
that,
niggaz
be
using
my
homie
name
Saying
the
Screwed
Up
Click,
so
they
can
get
them
a
little
change
Hopping
from
dick
to
dick,
and
I
ain't
even
gon
say
no
name
I
feel
like
I
wanna
click,
so
now
you
gon
feel
my
pain
I'm
Trae,
and
I
ain't
bar
nan
nigga
in
this
drama
Or
mama,
I
weave
and
I
swang
sending
em
through
a
trauma
They
tell
me
to
let
em
make
it,
but
really
I
ain't
the
one
Them
bitches
did
it,
so
now
they
gotta
see
me
when
I
come
[Z-Ro]
Where
the
real
niggaz
at,
cause
I
can't
find
none
Everybody
be
talking
shit,
when
they
be
packing
they
guns
Quick
to
shoot
a
motherfucker,
to
keep
they
face
from
sweating
But
when
the
laws
come
to
bang
one,
snitching
and
telling
Be
these
ol'
buster
ass
niggaz,
killing
all
in
they
music
Showing
a
four
pound
around
town,
but
never
gon
use
it
I'm
registered
by
my
gangsta,
you
barely
touching
me
G
Now
feel
you
got
the
edasity,
to
come
and
see
me
Fuck
it
whoever
wanna
get
some,
can
come
and
get
dropped
I'm
a
grown
man
I
don't
get
people
sued,
I
get
people
shot
If
you
ain't
shot,
I
wonder
who
gon
be
standing
behind
the
trigga
Z-Ro
the
Crooked,
cause
ain't
no
love
for
none
of
these
niggaz
Straight
Profit
to
Presidential,
trying
to
scandalize
my
name
They
can't
sell
records
without
me,
that's
a
god
damn
shame
I
ain't
to
blame,
why
these
niggaz
ain't
selling
and
losing
weight
But
I'm
to
blame,
when
I
go
off
and
get
the
bruising
they
face
[Hook]
(Z-Ro)
Make
a
nigga
hot,
yeeeah
Why
you
wanna
hate
me,
S.U.C.
You
niggaz
can't
be
meeee
My
nigga
T-R-A-E
And
that's
the
way
it's
gonna
be
Until
a
motherfucker
take
me
Me,
and
the
M
double
A-B
We
gon
be
thugging
Until
we
see
you
niggaz
to
see
[Talking]
Straight
up,
it's
my
cousin
Trae
nigga
These
bitch
ass
niggaz
can't
fuck
with
you
[Hook]
1 Doing My Thang
2 Beware (feat. Bun B & Z-Ro)
3 Guerilla Maab 4 Life
4 Losing Composure (feat. Z-Ro & Yukmouth)
5 Stressin Me (feat. Billy Cook)
6 Life on Da Edge (feat. T.C. & Shyna)
7 Days of My Life (feat. Billy Cook)
8 Aint No Turnin Back (feat. Z-Ro)
9 Still on Da Southside (feat. Russell Lee)
10 Word of Pimpin (skit)
11 Tell You a Story
12 How Could You (feat. Dougie-D & Z-Ro)
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