Artist: Guerilla Maab Album: In the Mist of Guerillas Song: Let it be Known Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook - 2x] 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 - 2x] [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 - 2x] [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 - 8x