Who Could It Be
(专辑: Z-Ro Tolerance - 2003)
[Hook x2] Who could it be (who could it be) But that M
double A-B (but that M
double A-B) And we're sho nuff gon shine (and we're sho nuff gon shine) Making everybody lose their mind (everybody losing they mind) [Trae] The
same niggaz on the
block, wrecking it won't stop We bout to head to the
top, cocked dropping the
top With glocks ready to box, somebody bout to get dropped Fuck around with the
Maab, you fin to get shined out Do you really, wanna fuck around wit us Come out of the
trunk, with a
AK with us Better watch out for brains, you got a
one hitter quitter Nigga we the
Southside, H-Town mob figgas Raw niggaz, on the
block affiliated with drug dealers Go getters, and a
hundred percent thug niggaz You don't wanna step to us, you getting hugged nigga On the
microphone with flow, you get drugged nigga You better get somewhere, you can't block the
shine I'm ready for any nigga, that wanna get out of line I'll tell you one mo' time, you better respect my mind When a
red light shine, go and lay it down Who the
niggaz that wanna talk down Who the
bitch that wanna hate, I'm fin to sweat up they face Me and Doug and Ro, up on a
paper chase Trying to get it like a
fiend, with a
top case In the
race we done did that, candy blue In the
lap, wearing a
black hat fuck that Somebody fin to get done, till everybody be gon And nigga, we number one [Hook x2] [Dougie D] I'ma give it to you live, I'ma give it to you raw I
ain't even fin to play, with you motherfuckers I'm a
motherfucker, that'll be packing a
glock Taking em out with red dots, I'm a
head busta I'ma Maab out I'ma ride out, no doubt Making motherfuckers slide out, need to hide out Fuck around with the
wrong nigga, pull the
nine out Leave a
motherfucker crispy, burned and fried out Does the
Dougie give it out, mmm-hmm Like a
nigga be smoking up on, good green fur Fucking em up in the
first round, yes sir I'm just so cold, I
make a
nigga say burr Gripping a
round, me and my dogs get bucked With the
Lil' Cl'Che, still ready to get crunk We M
double A-B, now little bitch what On a
treaty the
microphone, we ain't no punk Dougie D
so thoed, and they already know The
Trae and the J
Z-Ro, the
By-Bo Got a
kin folk raw, that be gripping a
gun I
got a
king folk right, that be dropping a
bomb I
got a
click of motherfuckers, putting words on the
run And when you thought it was over, nigga it just begun And when you hear this shit, nigga don't you bump When you feel you ready, nigga then come get some [Hook x2] [Cl'Che] Got em all asking, who could it be That Guerilla M
double A-B, and C-L-C-H-E The
classified lady, sho nuff Watch me shine up on the
scene, make em all say their so thoed Sitting back on these hoes, that's trying to out do my flows And all I
wanna do is get the
key, and open the
do' For my Southeastern pros, fuck it let's show em that we could Swang the
4's, I'm on a
mission steady trying to get the
cream Maab deep, with the
KMJ killa team Doing things, making mo' money than you ever seen While you watching me, on your big screen BET or MTV, posters hanging at your local grocery Now everybody know me, Cl'Che make you lose your mind Everytime you jam a
Maab c.d., the
Classified's on your mind Southside I
bring it to you live, so please don't underestimate me Or my niggaz Trae, Dougie D
and Z-Ro sing the
hook for me [Hook x2] [Z-Ro] Who could it be, blowing on doja Consuming codeine, cause I'm just a
soldier That stays on his grind, chasing that feddy These fellas they ain't ready, they lightweight and I'm heavy The
Mo City Don, king of the
ghetto I
keep dropping bombs, cause I
just can't let go I'm thoed in the
game, hydro or that do-do Catch Z-Ro in slow-mo, Z-Ro not no hoe thogh I
swang and I
swerve, like Tony Montana My balls are my word, come down your chimney like Santa And put you to bed, for talking down on a
O.G Really though y'all don't know me, I
will make you die slowly [Hook x3]