Guerilla Maab - Who Dat lyrics

[Hook - 8x] Who dat wanna do dat, like run up on a n***a That'll bust, and make the crowd move back (who dat) [Pharoah] I got the recipe, to help a kilo swell Like seventy two O.C.'s, that potent sh** Imported from overseas Roll herb and the leaves, and blow the trees Running with a clan, of them soldier G's k**ing n***as in day, or the night time When I'm running with a motherf**ing 9 millimeter I'm Pharoah the six foot nine South Park slang, stain my brain Now I remain in a hell of a game, cause I stay for One nation, under the groove Getting down with the funk, by packing a tool Like a n***a in the trunk, when I'm jamming the Screw Guerilla Maab and k**a Klan connection f**ing em up, like an infection Leave dull, as a lethal injection Underground individual A n***a better get his god damn a** on If he wanna last long, cause if he stick around When I get to dumping and blasting, his a** gone It ain't sh** to me, to pull in the head Better ask somebody, I'm a n***a that always Be on top and thoed, waiting on one of you hoes to come try me [Trae] A motherf**er, coming up out of the gutter Guerilla militia, a thug n***a Ain't scared to pack triggas, or hunt n***as Slug n***as run up on me n***a I'ma be a great n***a, flat line Ahead of my time we shut it down, what now I'm a young type n***a, that be ready to click Too quick, to let a n***a knock me outta my sh** I f** around and throw fists, till I damage they click Who the n***a, that'd wanna get apart Better take your time, we go hard in the paint n***a what you think we fell off, hell naw Cause we been on the block, trying to collect my pay Make dance what a n***a say When I'm running on the block, with a AK Going anyway, tell it'd be best not to play with Trae I ain't got it all, stepping in my zone and yelling f** y'all So you better move around or get down, I ain't playing With one of em, I'm a head buster Gotta lay low before I touch you, rubbing your guns Or f** around, and make a n***a punk rush you With a automatic Glock, I can't stop and won't like Pac When it comes to the brain splitter You oughtta be able to tell, Guerilla Maab And Street Military in the game, we'll never fail [Hook - 8x] [Dougie D] Who dat, wanna be f**ing around With a n***a, that be packing a Glock With a infrared dot, taking em out with one shot It's the Maab and that Military, and never gonna stop So motherf**ers will bust spots Behind enemy lines, we known to get down Motherf**ers be left running and move on round Feel us now, repping the street life we will drop bombs Trying to play mind games, that'll make a n***a have to find you n***a holla, n***a slide you, n***a put him up in the trunk And ride through H-Town, and then lied by bombs For a n***a, y'all ain't really ready for the entourage The k**as are what I bring, k**as and blood spillers on my team Squeezing these, to fulfill they dreams I'm a thoed motherf**er, that's known to drop bombs Like a n***a went bad, before Vietnam Raining on parades, banging em ranging AK's That spray, you f** around with the wrong ones play boys Say boy, my n***as don't play boy, hey boy I'm a n***a that'll rough you up, and f** you up And you don't wanna play boy [Z-Ro] b**h you better not be, playing with my lil bro f** around, and fill your body up with slugs Coming around the corner, smoking on the marijuana Looking for a son of a b**h, with a mug But I gotta maintain, keeping my composure Military crawl down, Southside soldier Pulling up on a motherf**er, that I opposition in a tank Running everybody over, clover be wishing well Better bust b**h, cause I'ma bust b**h Better duck quickly, and swiftly I'ma continue my c.d.'s, fellas and split the D And that's for dome, you better leave me alone And get on, cause I'm a murder on mobster Eat steak and lobster, constantly taking Your merchandise, out of your cars so Don't make a n***a carve you Give me that off your wrist, better not miss Catch you up under your gun, look at how the blood run down You got a gun, I got a gun nobody run now Who dat wanna do dat, like run up on a n***a That'll bust, and make the crowd move back You don't wanna that red black, blue black Motherf**er say who dat [Hook - 8x]