Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rise, artist - Guerilla MaabDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Rise |
| Maab is on the rise |
| Ain’t nobody holding us down |
| Maab is on the rise |
| Ain’t nobody stopping us now |
| Maab is on the rise |
| Ain’t nobody holding us down |
| Maab is on the rise |
| Heeeeeyyy-hey |
| With another one, down for the count |
| From the nigga that you hoes, all love to hate |
| Steady be shining these diamonds, all in your face |
| In a paper chase, in it just to win the race |
| Gotta be watching my back, and avoid the fakes |
| Really don’t give a damn, what none of you hoes think |
| How many mo' niggas, wanna try my skills |
| Struggling hard, I’m trying to pay my bills |
| Never really know, who my friend or foes |
| Watch my friends, and keep my enemies close |
| All around the world, we may go |
| Still remain, to be the same old song |
| You say you be feeling me, but I don’t know |
| You prolly just wanna be, backstage at a show |
| Telling everybody you know, Guerilla Maab |
| Riding our dick, must be your big job |
| Finally we done made our way |
| Everything that come in the past, came today |
| I been looking in the future, for a brighter day |
| Trials and tribulations in life, I learn to evade |
| The sun is shining, every dog has his bone in time |
| And it seems to be, that my time is now |
| I remember, when they said I would be nothing |
| But now that nothing is something, and I be bringing em down |
| Sho' I’ma clown, nothing but the skill when I be wrecking |
| Up out of Texas, with diamonds all over my necklace |
| I keep they head checking, pass to profession |
| And can’t nobody contest, cause that’s the way we are a legend |
| You better count your blessings, cause I’m sick and tired of this thang |
| And while I be blowing my Mary Jane, I’m chilling with thugs |
| Sipping on mud, trying to keep my head long from slugs |
| Guerilla Maab on the rise, and we keeping it crunk |
| It was all a dream, other people said I would never be |
| Nothing, now collecting divid-ends to ride a Benz |
| Down I-10, dropping the top in the wind |
| With a friend once again, yelling out fuck friends |
| Bubble lens, when I be stacking my ends |
| Trying to see, could you really picture me |
| S3 with a JVC, 18's in the trunk ready to beat |
| Chunking deuce to hoes, and burning off on them freaks |
| I’m a ghetto superstar, and a certified thug |
| So all you certified scrubs, get certified slugs |
| Southside till I’m dead, gotta be moving they head |
| Gotta keep my head up, for my brother in the FED |
| This is dedicated to niggas, who be turning they back |
| Slamming all of they do’s, and burning off in they Lac |
| Since we done made it, they don’t really know how to act |
| Guerilla Maab’s on the rise, and stacking platinum placks |
| All I did was put a buzz |
| In everybody mutherfucking ear, about the group I’m in |
| Now look at the candy coupe I’m in |
| I took a big 600 to the shop, and told em candy blue my Benz |
| I put a bunch of money in my billfold, cause I’m real cold |
| When I’m on the microphone |
| Everybody wanna kill, to get a piece of my mill |
| But I’ma weigh my skills, better surrender or bite my chrome |
| Cause I’ma fight my homeboys, write my own bars |
| When it comes, to the pen and pad |
| Thinking about the swine I had, and everything I own |
| Could the shit wasn’t bad, but in reality nigga |
| I was fucked up low life, living in sin |
| But I was given a chance, to start pimping a pen |
| Now Blockbuster, Soundwaves and Sam Goody’s |
| Be running out of my product, and re-order again |
| And certify my self, half a million sold |
| Guerilla Maab nationwide, nigga all in the stores |
| A yellow bitch, I’ma put my dick all in a hoe |
| A nigga wanna plex, put his face all in the flo' |
| My foot all in the do', and coming in and out my barge |
| Mazaratti and a Benz, got em in the garage |
| And put a whole card, and a pool in my backyard |
| A Guerilla Maab superstar, you can’t hold me down |