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 b**hes, get the funk across not speak A lot of motherf**ers 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 bullsh** 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** around with the flows, y'all coked out motherf**ers holla bout man ooh Put my heart and soul in this sh**, can't get stopped by no hating a** b**h f** I ain't finna sugercoat sh**, you mark mayn n***az only s** dick Far as I'm concerned you hoes'll get drove, we some down South n***az that'll f** 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** 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**er 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** 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 n***az, 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** 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 n***az, steady be acting like hoes And half of the n***az, that we thought was down wanna plex You better go get your gun, b**h You n***az don't wanna box, you ain't got no hands And you dick a** 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 co*ked So we down to bust, and ain't sh** 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, n***a f** 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 n***a we too raw, to be playing games We the Guerilla Maab 3D2 Gon make you hoe a** n***az, 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]