Keep Watching Me

Guerilla Maab


album: Track 1 in album Rise
release date: 1999-1-1
popularity : 7 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Pop Rap
length: 4:13

Album Information

country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 642247171725
script: Latin

Cover Art

Guerilla Maab Rise cover art


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[Hook - 2x]
You fellas, gon see man
Fried out, sipping drank blowing trees
These motherfuckers, wonder where he went
Still harder, than the cement
Like the cell phone, you be talking on
On the concrete, they be chalking on
When I pulls up, on the scene
Cause my neck and wrist, bling bling
If you invade my space, my fist gon invade your face
Take a bone, and run over to Ridgevan
I'ma be, the only nigga left standing
Raising niggaz, up off of me
Give me the K this corner, with PCP
S.U.C., we born to ball
Everything's on us, when we hit the mall
Gold digging bitches, make me sick
Split, and I speak for the whole click
[Hook - 2x]
They wanna knock me, while I'm on my blades
Me and Dougie D, lost in the wind
Stay playa made, with a bald fade
You better bet, all my diamonds gleam
But I still got a 4-4, in my lap
It's a automatic piece, that they can't find
See the bubble lights, and that European
Pop up the top, and the broads gon jock
On my way to the West, getting on my grind
They M.I.A., cause I'm laying it down
That there be real, nigga that's no lie
And until then, I know y'all wanna try to
[Dougie D]
How many of y'all, gon knock a G
Ain't no doubt about it, baby
Turning hoe heads, with a wood wheel
Man y'all know, the South is so real
It's all about, my family and me
Guerilla Maab, what I'm fucking
Boys talk down, and steady gon hate
Trying to take mine, is a mistake
You don't know, bitch you ain't heard
Smoked out, and we sipping on syrup
Break boys off, and let them boys know
When I come through, and knocking down do's

Ultimate powers, beyond belief
Always strapped, in a white tank top
But I gotta keep, my progress on the low
Got a verb and attack, that'll break they back
Too many of these fellas, thinking they bulletproof
Run your bad ass, up in Ridgemont
See I'm a killa for real, no fake AK's
In the midst of confusion, hollin' out Houston
But I really be coming, to get these boys
The voice in my head, say don't go FED
Don't let them boys, get up under your skin
I gotta put up the Shwin, and hop in a Benz
But I don't change, I'm still the same
Running up on me, that's your life
Why they wanna see me, off my game
But now you, really don't want none of these G's


Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 Keep Watching Me
  • 2 Psalms (Interlude)
  • 3 Rise
  • 4 Endz
  • 5 Fondren & Main
  • 6 South Side Story
  • 7 Not My Home
  • 8 Still Here
  • 9 World Keep Turnin'
  • 10 Live My Life
  • 11 Ain't Gettin' Shit
  • 12 Jealouse Niggas
  • 13 What Will It Take
  • 14 Scotty (Interlude)
  • 15 Problems
  • 16 Final Cry (Interlude)
  • 17 Speak On It
  • 18 Bonus Hidden Track