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