Trae Tha Truth, Bun B, Z-Ro - Beware lyrics

I know you haters better run
I'm coming for you
And everyday a nigga repping
And riding for Screw
I was keeping it in my chest
Now I'm getting it out
I know you spectators in the game
Better close your mouth
I got a lot of my time invested
Up in this game it's SUC till I'm dead
Ain't no need to explain
I'm in the Maab with guerillas
And we coming in packs
The only friends we got deep
And coming with black gats
So niggas'd back back
I'm a man dude with a attitude
And I'm too quick to click
Lil' Trae is a damn fool
In my zone leave me alone
I ain't trying to be fucked with
Everything that I got
Is everything that I wanna roll with
Me and me and myself
You niggas bad for my health
Now I'm pumped up like Superman
With a uppercut to be felt
I ain't playing with what I'm saying
You cats better start praying
For Deebo commit's to spraying
And everybody be staying

Why, these fellas talking down
Don't they know, why we'll ride
And make somebody slide, beware
Why, these fellas talking down
Don't they know, why we'll ride
And make these bustsas hot, beware

I'm chilling in my 1's
Chopping game on my celly
My iced out cross, hanging down to my belly
Got your lil mama, butt naked shake her jelly
I'mma put her on a tape
And play it back on the telly
Boys hate to love the street show
When we showing up
I give me back the same middle finger
They be throwing up
They can't afford the pints
By the case that we po'ing up
Young in the game
It's time to start growing up
Get you some hustle, get you some grind
Show me some muscle, show me some shine
Fuck trying to crime, off another nigga name
It's just a matter of time
'fore I run you out the game
Because I can't believe the nerve
Of these hoes
Trying to use my nigga Pimp name
For benefit shows
Fin to start kicking in do's, with the macks
Trying to let that shit pass
Now I'm coming for your ass fool

It's the return of the mad rapper
Industry nigga subtracter
That be greed up in the fists
That be clinched like a black panther
I'm sick and tired of you fakers
That try to twist up the game
So now you gotta see me
Like the 84's that I swang
My Glock I cock and I aim
My name you fin to respect it
You let me off in your world
Then I swear to God I'mma wreck it
You must of thought I forgot about you
Acting sue a crowd'll watch you
I gotta get that up out you
Your people gon be without you
On top of that, niggas be using my homie name
Saying the Screwed Up Click
So they can get them a little change
Hopping from dick to dick
And I ain't even gon say no name
I feel like I wanna click
So now you gon feel my pain i'm Trae
And I ain't bar nan nigga in this drama
Or mama, i weave and I swang sending
Em through a trauma
They tell me to let em make it
But really I ain't the one
Them bitches did it
So now they gotta see me when I come

Where the real niggas at
Cause I can't find none
Everybody be talking shit
When they be packing they guns
Quick to shoot a motherfucker
To keep they face from sweating
But when the laws come the
Main ones snitching and telling
Be these ol' buster ass niggas
Killing all in they music
Showing a four pound around town
But never gon use it
I'm registered by my gangsta
You barely touching me G
Now 50 got the audicity, to come and see me
Fuck it whoever wanna get some
Can come and get dropped
I'm a grown man I don't get people sued
I get people shot if you ain't shot
I wonder who gon be
Standing behind the trigga z-Ro the Crooked
Cause ain't no love for none of these niggas
Straight Profit to Presidential
Trying to scandalize my name
They can't sell records without me
That's a god damn shame i ain't to blame
Why these niggas ain't selling
And losing weight but I'm to blame
When I go off and get the bruising they face

Make a nigga hot, yeeeah
Why you wanna hate me, SUC
You niggas can't be meeee my nigga T-R-A-E
And that's the way it's gonna be
Until a motherfucker take me
Me, and the M double A-B we gon be thugging
Until we see you niggas deceased

Straight up, it's my cousin Trae nigga
These bitch ass niggas can't fuck with you