Guerilla Maab Let It Be Known Lyrics

[Hook: x2]
Why, you hating on me
Let it be known, you better respect the game
(and we ain't never gon change)

[Dougie D:]
First of all let's set this straight, about Trae and Dougie D
3D2 we mobbing on bitches, get the funk across not speak
A lot of motherf*ckers talk down, up in a safe place but they ain't nothing
I been in the game for too god damn long, to walk out of here without nothing
Seems to be that y'all just don't understand, all the bullshit we been through
Don't get no love from the radio stations, cause the down South just don't fit through
Bite the mic like Big Poke' and a pitbull, y'all don't wanna see the chopper get a chest fool
f*ck around with the flows, y'all coked out motherf*ckers holla bout man ooh
Put my heart and soul in this shit, can't get stopped by no hating ass bitch
f*ck I ain't finna sugercoat shit, you mark mayn niggaz only suck dick
Far as I'm concerned you hoes'll get drove, we some down South niggaz that'll f*ck boys up
We bout it bout it and all about dollas, and ain't nobody finna slow us up
I let it be known scream it like I mean it, f*ck how you take it or see it
I'm a thoed off lyrical genius, weed in my left hand right on my penis
Why it be crunk everytime that I rhyme, motherf*cker better respect my mind
Respect it trust it and believe it, however you want it to go down

[Hook x2]

[Trae:]
I gotta let it be known, f*ck keeping it in
I gotta get it, up off of my chest
Ery'body saying they real they knowing they be fake
Keep playing with me, you bout to get your fate We ain't got no niggaz, we ain't got no friends
They don't wanna come check us, we ain't have no ends
So we ain't got no time to be blend in
f*ck you and all y'all, and I'll say it again
I ain't really, wanna be doing it like this
But a lot of you niggaz, steady be acting like hoes
And half of the niggaz, that we thought was down wanna plex
You better go get your gun, bitch
You niggaz don't wanna box, you ain't got no hands
And you dick ass hoes, better go get your man
And the radio stations, don't want us to stand
I wonder why boys, don't come to Ridgevan
Coming up out the glock, with a glock cocked
So we down to bust, and ain't shit gon change
Yeah we got mixed up, in the midst of smoke
But see Trae and Dougie D, gon remain the same
And now we 3D2, and certified to wreck
And we down South vets, and five to checks
If you know like I know, you better slow your roll
Cause we certified thugs, certified to plex
And we ain't playing no mo', we gon take the game
I got a hellified team, nigga f*ck the fame
And we hooked up with Rak', back in '96
Now everything we doing, be platinum hits
I'm running everything, from the left to right
And nigga we too raw, to be playing games
We the Guerilla Maab 3D2
Gon make you hoe ass niggaz, respect the game

[Hook x2]

[Trae & Dougie D:]
Respect it trust it believe it, we mean it when we scream it
We letting it be known, we mashing for everything we ain't tripping [x8]