Guess Who's Back

Guess Who's Back Lyrics

Tell me, how many real muthaf**kas feel me
I smoke a blunt and freak the funk
Till these jealous mutha-f**kas kill me.
From out the gutter, Thank I'm here though
I'm one-sixty-five
Stayin high till i die
My competition is evil
cause i could give a f**k about you.
You better duck.
Or i'll be forced to hit your ass up,
I gives a f**k.
I'm sick inside my mind, why they sweat me?
Its gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops
To come and get me
Niggas know I ain't the one to sleep on
I'm under pressure
I got to sleep by my piece, extra clips beside my dresser
Word to god I've been ready to die
since I was born
I don't want no sh*t
But niggas tripping, Yo it's on
open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have on a vest, aim for ya chest, then your burried
Its a mans world, niggas get played
Another stray, hope I live to see another day, HEY
I'm gettin sweated by these undercovers
who can I trust, got my mama stressing
Thinkin its a drug bust
Gotta get paid, but all the dramas thats attached
We're Livin the drug life, thug life, each day could be my last
Will I blast when its time to shoot'em
Don't even ask, thats the Consquences when your living fast
6 bricks of tricks for my niggas
I gotta come up and recoup, you keep the dope,
bring me 6 figures
Is it a bust, I hear the sirens,
Run for cover
over the fence and Open Fire.

These muthaf**kas on my ass, I'm in traffic
Will it be tragic, im coming round the corner like I'm magic
Doing ninety on the freeway
And hitting swithces,
In a high speed chase with these punk b**ches
Don't turn around, I ain't giving up
Cause they don't worry me.
Pussy ass b**ches better bury me
Running out of gas time to park it
I'm on foot, we in the hood,
How the f**k they gonna catch a crook?
I got away cause I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor
Now you know playas stick together
I watch the scene from the roof top
Spittin Oogies at the cops that persue me
Beyatch, I'll be a hustla till its over, mutha-f**ka
Open Fire on you bustas.


Don't try to follow me
I'm headed out of state.
I gotta pay my f**kin bills,
So I'm transporting weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga
And now we rollin, dropping keys like they stolen
Tell me who do you fear ?
I'm outta town till they coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year.
They got me runnin from the police
No where to go, with the lights out, Rolling down a dirt road
But I ain't going alive,I rather die than be a convict
I rather fire on my target.
I hit the corner doing 90,
ahh sh*t, them b**ches right behind me
they take a shot and hit my f**kin tire.
NOW
I jump out the car and open fire.


Ha ha, Suckas
Thug life b**ch