Who Could it Be
Исполнитель: Z-Ro f Trae, Dougie D, Cl`Che
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[Hook - 2x]<br>Who could it be (who could it be)<br>But that M double A-B (but that M double A-B)<br>And we`re sho nuff gon shine (and we`re sho nuff gon shine)<br>Making everybody lose their mind (everybody losing they mind)<br><br>[Trae]<br>The same niggaz on the block, wrecking it won`t stop<br>We bout to head to the top, cocked dropping the top<br>With glocks ready to box, somebody bout to get dropped<br>Fuck around with the Maab, you fin to get shined out<br>Do you really, wanna fuck around wit us<br>Come out of the trunk, with a AK with us<br>Better watch out for brains, you got a one hitter quitter<br>Nigga we the Southside, H-Town mob figgas<br>Raw niggaz, on the block affiliated with drug dealers<br>Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggaz<br>You don`t wanna step to us, you getting hugged nigga<br>On the microphone with flow, you get drugged nigga<br>You better get somewhere, you can`t block the shine<br>I`m ready for any nigga, that wanna get out of line<br>I`ll tell you one mo` time, you better respect my mind<br>When a red light shine, go and lay it down<br>Who the niggaz that wanna talk down<br>Who the bitch that wanna hate, I`m fin to sweat up they face<br>Me and Doug and Ro, up on a paper chase<br>Trying to get it like a fiend, with a top case<br>In the race we done did that, candy blue<br>In the lap, wearing a black hat fuck that<br>Somebody fin to get done, till everybody be gon<br>And nigga, we number one<br><br>[Hook - 2x]<br><br>[Dougie D]<br>I`ma give it to you live, I`ma give it to you raw<br>I ain`t even fin to play, with you motherfuckers<br>I`m a motherfucker, that`ll be packing a glock<br>Taking em out with red dots, I`m a head busta<br>I`ma Maab out I`ma ride out, no doubt<br>Making motherfuckers slide out, need to hide out<br>Fuck around with the wrong nigga, pull the nine out<br>Leave a motherfucker crispy, burned and fried out<br>Does the Dougie give it out, mmm-hmm<br>Like a nigga be smoking up on, good green fur<br>Fucking em up in the first round, yes sir<br>I`m just so cold, I make a nigga say burr<br>Gripping a round, me and my dogs get bucked<br>With the Lil` Cl`Che, still ready to get crunk<br>We M double A-B, now little bitch what<br>On a treaty the microphone, we ain`t no punk<br>Dougie D so thoed, and they already know<br>The Trae and the J Z-Ro, the By-Bo<br>Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun<br>I got a king folk right, that be dropping a bomb<br>I got a click of motherfuckers, putting words on the run<br>And when you thought it was over, nigga it just begun<br>And when you hear this shit, nigga don`t you bump<br>When you feel you ready, nigga then come get some<br><br>[Hook - 2x]<br><br>[Cl`Che]<br>Got em all asking, who could it be<br>That Guerilla M double A-B, and C-L-C-H-E<br>The classified lady, sho nuff<br>Watch me shine up on the scene, make em all say their so thoed<br>Sitting back on these hoes, that`s trying to out do my flows<br>And all I wanna do is get the key, and open the do`<br>For my Southeastern pros, fuck it let`s show em that we could<br>Swang the 4`s, I`m on a mission steady trying to get the cream<br>Maab deep, with the KMJ killa team<br>Doing things, making mo` money than you ever seen<br>While you watching me, on your big screen<br>BET or MTV, posters hanging at your local grocery<br>Now everybody know me, Cl`Che make you lose your mind<br>Everytime you jam a Maab c.d., the Classified`s on your mind<br>Southside I bring it to you live, so please don`t underestimate me<br>Or my niggaz Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro sing the hook for me<br><br>[Hook - 2x]<br><br>[Z-Ro]<br>Who could it be, blowing on doja<br>Consuming codeine, cause I`m just a soldier<br>That stays on his grind, chasing that feddy<br>These fellas they ain`t ready, they lightweight and I`m heavy<br>The Mo City Don, king of the ghetto<br>I keep dropping bombs, cause I just can`t let go<br>I`m thoed in the game, hydro or that do-do<br>Catch Z-Ro in slow-mo, Z-Ro not no hoe thogh<br>I swang and I swerve, like Tony Montana<br>My balls are my word, come down your chimney like Santa<br>And put you to bed, for talking down on a O.G<br>Really though y`all don`t know me, I will make you die slowly<br><br>[Hook - 3x]