F/ Cl'Che    [Hook - 2x]  Who could it be (who could it be)  But that M double A-B (but that M double A-B)  And we're sho nuff gon shine (and we're sho nuff gon shine)  Making everybody lose their mind (everybody losing they mind)    [Trae]  The same niggas on the block, wrecking it won't stop  We bout to head to the top, cocked dropping the top  With glocks ready to box, somebody bout to get dropped  Fuck around with the Maab, you fin to get shined out  Do you really wanna fuck around wit us  Come out of the trunk, with a AK with us  Better watch out for brains, you got a one hitter quitter  Nigga we the Southside, H-Town mob figgas  Rob niggas, on the block affiliated with drug dealers  Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggas  You don't wanna step to us, you getting hugged nigga  On the microphone with flow, you get drugged nigga  You better get somewhere, you can't block the shine  I'm ready for any nigga, that wanna get out of line  I'll tell you one mo' time, you better respect my mind  When a red light shine, go and lay it down  Who the niggas that wanna talk down  Who the bitch that wanna hate, I'm fin to sweat up they face  Me and Doug and Ro, up on a paper chase  Trying to get it like a fiend, with a top case  In the race we done did that, candy blue  In the lap, wearing a black hat fuck that  Somebody fin to get done, till everybody be gon  And nigga, we number one    [Hook - 2x]    [Dougie D]  I'ma give it to you live, I'ma give it to you raw  I ain't even fin to play, with you motherfuckers  I'm a motherfucker, that'll be packing a glock  Taking em out with red dots, I'm a head busta  I'ma Maab out I'ma ride out, no doubt  Making motherfuckers slide out, need to hide out  Fuck around with the wrong nigga, pull the nine out  Leave a motherfucker crispy, burned and fried out  Does the Dougie give it out, mmm-hmm  Like a nigga be smoking up on, good green fur  Fucking em up in the first round, yes sir  I'm just so cold, I make a nigga say burr  Gripping a round, me and my dogs get bucked  With the Lil Cl'Che, still ready to get crunk  We M double A-B, now little bitch what  On a treaty the microphone, we ain't no punk  Dougie D so thoed, and they already know  The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo  Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun  I got a king folk right, that be dropping a bomb  I got a click of motherfuckers, putting words on the run  And when you thought it was over, nigga it just begun  And when you hear this shit, nigga don't you bump  When you feel you ready, nigga then come get some    [Hook - 2x]    [Cl'Che]  Got em all asking, who could it be  That Guerilla M double A-B, and C-L-C-H-E  The classified lady, sho nuff  Watch me shine up on the scene, make em all say their so thoed  Sitting back on these hoes, that's trying to out do my flows  And all I wanna do is get the key, and open the do'  For my Southeastern pros, fuck it let's show em that we could  Swang the 4's, I'm on a mission steady trying to get the cream  Maab deep, with the KMJ killa team  Doing things, making mo' money than you ever seen  While you watching me, on your big screen  BET or MTV, posters hanging at your local grocery  Now everybody know me, Cl'Che make you lose your mind  Everytime you jam a Maab c.d., the classified's on your mind  Southside I bring it to you live, so please don't underestimate me  Or my niggas Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro, sing the hook for me    [Hook - 2x]    [Z-Ro]  Who could it be, blowing on doja  Consuming codeine, cause I'm just a soldier  That stays on his grind, chasing that feddy  These fellas they ain't ready, they lightweight and I'm heavy  The Mo City Don, king of the ghetto  I keep dropping bombs, cause I just can't let go  I'm thoed in the game, hydro or that do-do  Catch Z-Ro in slow-mo, Z-Ro not no hoe thogh  I swang and I swerve, like Tony Montana  My balls are my word, come down your chimney like Santa  And put you to bed, for talking down on a O.G  Really though y'all don't know me, I will make you die slowly    [Hook - 3x]