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Guerilla maab - rise (1999)

[Hook 1: Peaches] 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 [verse 1: trae] 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 [Hook 2: peaches] 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 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 [Verse 2: Dougie D] (fastest verse) 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 [verse 3: Trae] 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 [Hook 3: peaches] 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 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 [verse 4: Z-Ro] 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 [Hook 4: peaches] 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 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