Guerilla Maab 3D2 - Let It Be Known lyrics

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[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 motherfuckers 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

Fuck around with the flows, y'all coked out motherfuckers holla bout man ooh

Put my heart and soul in this shit, can't get stopped by no hating ass bitch

Fuck 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 fuck 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, fuck 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, motherfucker 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, fuck 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

Fuck 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 fuck 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]