Альбом Z-Ro

(*talking*)
Yeah, y'all niggaz don't really
Want none of this yeah, hu-hu-hu-hu
That's the sound of the battle cry

[Daz]
Motherfucker break yourself, I come for the fame and the wealth
Beat your ass with a belt nigga, tell me how does it felt
Bruise a whip, I kept it except
Keep it underneath the seat of my ride nigga, you looking at death
Notice the sign on the gate, don't beware of the dog
Beware of the owner, on my mama you's a goner
You just a punk motherfucker, I'm vicious with it
Delicious with it, I'm fresh out of motherfucking prison with it
On swoll, my ambitions is different behold
My attitude is cold, I'll bust your nose
I steal your soul, with what the reaper done sold
Hotter than lava rocks, nigga hotter than cold
I chew the game up, like button strings
And I'm high as a kite, niggaz dying tonight
LyricsWhen my move swang change, I prepare to get bang
Cashing niggaz like change, I steal your chain
Ha-ha ra-dadada-dane, ra-dadada-dane
Listen to my AK, nigga go bang
Jump up and act bad, it's Z-Ro and Daz
For you niggaz with a badge your shit it gets bad

[Hook: Papa Reu]
Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all niggaz, don't know what you in for
Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
(3-57 and nines, are knocking down your door)
Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all niggaz, don't know what you in for
Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
(It's Dat Nigga Daz and Z-Ro, knocking down your door)

[Z-Ro]
Motherfuckers don't wanna go to war
Somebody might follow you home, and kill you in your garage
Better be careful who you beefing with if it's me, your body gon be leaking
bitch
Call the plumber, and see if he could fix
Ain't no closing up the holes, from a 4-4
My advice to the Z-Ro haters, keep it on the low
I ain't playing no games, living under frustration and strain I'm agg'd
The reason, why my darkened pants sag
Blue and gray when I'm in your face, and everytime a nigga pass by
Looking at my ice so hard, look like they got some glass eye
Wish a nigga would, run up and be laying it down
Locate his neighborhood, hop out and I'm spraying it down
I'm a killer for real whodi, I'm warning you
Cause I done connected, with cuz from California
My nigga Da-i-Daz and he gon ba-a-blast, at your body
Before it get bloody, give up the cash everybody
And since it's a stick up on top of a grudge, so game over
I'm sick with it and relentless, you know my name soldier
Who that talking shit, catch your homie cause he fin to fall
He don't wanna box with bullets, bigger than some tennis balls

[Hook]
Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all niggaz, don't know what you in for
Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
(Nine Millimeter, 3-57 this is war for)
Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
Y'all niggaz, don't know what you in for
Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war
(It's Dat Nigga Daz and Z-Ro, knocking down your door)

[Thug Dirt]
Y'all don't wanna go to war, I got killas that's so hard
Sick with a pistol, even better with a sawed off
Get caught with plex, talking loud on the set
I'ma chop that ass down, while I'm screaming who's next
You in the middle of a battle zone, your cover is blown
We done found out where you live, now you can't go home
Hot lead to your dome, you better run nigga run
When I cock this shit back, automatics fin to come
I'm sitting lovely with a full clip, about to let em rip
Vest on like Vietnam, grenades on the hip
Two extra nines, in the back of the whip
A 25 in the glove, just in case I wanna bring my bitch
You didn't need war but now you got it, somehow you gotta stop it
Like a 16, you bitch nigga I'ma drop it
I got heat like a frying pan, your eggs can't knock it
Thug Dirt got bullets, like rockets blow

[Hook]

(*talking*)
2000, Z-Ro, Z-Ro the motherfucking Don
Y'all know me, talking about this shife ass life that we live
Brothers killing brothers, sisters killing sisters
Fathers killing sons, god damn

[Z-Ro]
Let me continue by saying, that I don't love these hoes
My only love is found Ro, dumping optimoes
In an attempt to get lifted, trying to separate the real from the wicked
Be grown ain't as easy, as we thought it was is it
Nigga but you can visit me in prison, or keep in touch by the letters
Just seeing my partnas face, will make me feel better
Cause this earth is cursed, so I'm identified by pain in my verse
And will the final face I see be a nurse, for what its worth
I wanna die while I'm sleeping, not while I'm creeping
Because my closest homies, might be into grim reaping
Hard for me to believe, that I became the man I am
Went from bible study to moving grams, on a digital scale
I make mail, cause in yale I sell
LyricsGuaranteed to make a profit, never fail
Cause they run and tell more money for me, cause I wanna be able
Not to ball, but to keep food on the able, believe that

[Chorus]
Real niggas keep it real with God, keep your head up
Stay down on your knees, cause this life is hard
I know you don't wanna live in jail, for living shife
Hoping you might receive a kite, from your child and your wife
Real niggas keep it real with God, keep your head up
Stay down on your knees, cause this life is hard
I know you don't wanna live in hell, for living shife
Or in the house of the Lord, all the days of your life

[Z-Ro]
Remember me and T, I still got love
But somebody been looking for me, so that's the reason I got slugs
Loaded up in a twelve gauge, holding it close when I walk around corners
Trying to stay sober, to be on my P's and Q's so no marijuana
But if its destiny for me to fail, I'd rather
Kick it in Heaven, and leave the jealous in this hell
I'm built to last so I'm gon blast, with intentions to kill
Because we living under the devil, for real
God don't love the world, Eddie Davis only son to save him
If it was me, I would of told my father pop I can't fade it
Because the world is so hateful (hateful)
Scandalous, conniving and ungrateful (ungrateful)
And if it ain't a nigga from the streets, then look to your family
Cause they gon tip with you, wait for you to get paid and try to sip with you
But y'all ain't drinking up out my cup, cause that will leave a poisonous
stain
Its hard enough to keep my pistol from my brain, maintain

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
Rest in peace Grand Pappy Mafioso, day before yesterday
Another statistic, cause somebody let the AK spray
You know its hard for me to deal with, but I know what
I gotta do, get something to make them hatas blood spill with
Kill me if you can, then you's the better man
But I'm telling you right now, I'm a motherfucking veteran
Gotta spill them niggas be talking about, I'm about to pick this nigga
Gotta watch these hoes, because they skinless ass dickless niggas
And I don't wanna die, so if I have too I'ma blast on sight
Better take cover, because I'm coming for your ass tonight
And even still I try to keep my composure
But I find myself, drowning in codeine and the doja
I'll forever be thugging and mean mugging, while I'm clutching a fat nine
Eager to make a motherfucker, flat line
But I never start nothing with niggas, I just end it with a bang
When you do dirt, you get dirt mayn

[Chorus]

(*talking*)

[Hook - 2x]
Creeping, with the sawed off
In a rage, bo'gaurd blowing niggaz balls off
I'm the reaper, touching fellas on they lifeline
Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol right now

[Z-Ro]
Creeping with my automatic, running round
Laying motherfuckers down, straight up causing havoc any day
I done gone insane in the brain, motherfuckers in my face
Claiming that I owe them something mayn, don't let me catch no case
I don't really give a damn about nothing, but my Nina and my sawed off
You can call me Deadly Head, cause I'm blowing they balls off
Anybody bitch nigga don't test me, move across your jaw like a jet ski
Quick jab (opening up like), Big Sab aw naw
Pulling a gun on all y'all, disrespect me and fall down
This here my neck of the woods, where you gon go who you gon call now
Military minded, I's a motherfucking soldier
And I don't need nothing, but murder music and doja

Lyrics[Hook - 2x]

[Cl'Che]
Right now I got the shit, that'll blow your balls off
And all this hating talking down, make a bitch wanna snatch your tongue out
I'm creepin with the sawed off, creepin on hoes and careful what they tal'n bout
I'm hitting the industry with tricks, magicians can't figure out, uh-huh
I'm from the South, I'm breaking these bitches off
Making the news with headlines, she's dangerous and she's out
In your tape deck, these motherfuckers been duty click and rest
I'm touching hoes on they lifeline, now they can't pass my check
That's why I'm creeping with my nigga, Z-Ro a dirt dirty killa
You heard them guerillas, we hurt you to make you feel us
Through all this fraud in you, you need to stay away
Cause you don't wanna fuck with Z-Ro and Cl'Che, when we ride now

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol on me
Cause ain't no telling when a bitch nigga, try to tun up on me
I'm coming after your camp, me and my O.G. Darrel Burton
Thirty odd beam on the drive card, that there gon have em hurting
In need of medical attention, lifting up motherfuckers like I'm bench pressing
Put everybody to bed, write S.U.C. on the wall and then I'm ditching
Out the do', firing it up with B.J. and Fo'
Nickel and D slide in the do', that nigga there my nigga heart Lil' Ro
Picking me bitch I'm a real one, it's gonna be hard to be takin me off the map
Determine the real ones from the fake ones, by the way they give me dap
Beg your pardon, if you didn't know I'm a soldier
Military minded, clicking with the sawed off murder music and doja

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Creeping deep, see how we rough in the Houston streets
Me keep me sawed off, right next to me
Watching a set of bitches, show they breasts to me
With M.O.E., that be Money Over Everything
Bet I could hit a home run, nigga let me swing
Swinging wide, with me sawed off shotgun
And when I pull it, that's to show you that I got one

Yo hey, yeah come here girl come on, uh..

[Hook - 2x]
Who wanna party party, these hoes acting naughty
They wanna get with it, or they wanna fuck somebody
And so you know how I do it, you better ask somebody

[Daz]
I pick winners, let me see you come in first place
I'm like the rabbit and turtle, see it's a long race
You get to shaking and moving, working and hurting
You slapping it up and you bruising, and girl it's curtains
Shake your booty, leave my hand
And dick print in her, and I go up in her
She get managed, like the Asian wanting Spanish
And you know I got to have it, put your mouth on me baby
Get to fucking, and baby girl can't manage
She can't stand, her ass bigger than the whole damn planet
She don't look to better, like Janet
But she'll do, and we'll do
LyricsIt's just another day, a bitch in my bed
The same bitch, she be giving me head
And when the bitch, make a nigga just cum
Find out hoe, that you ain't the one

[Hook - 2x]

[Cl'Che]
You wanna party party, see me act naughty naughty
And get me twisted off that Lime, Vodka and Bacardi
You wanna see me now, or you wanna see me later
Smoked out, in the back of your Navigator
So let's party party, young playa playa
I don't mean to stare, but what you swanging there
I like to get it crunk, I'm tal'n bout pulling stunts
Don't be shy break me off, in the front of the club
You know, you wanna fuck
You know, you wanna bust a nut
So come on baby, why don't you give me what you got
Break me off a stack, and you can see this pussy pop
And if you front, you get's no love
Cl'Che's looking for a thug
You with that ladi-dadi, but I'm a hottie hottie
Then Daz Dilinger said, you better ask somebody

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Bitch you, ain't nothing but a greasy split
Open your pussy hole for me, don't tease me bitch
I'm put to put this log on you, from Michigan to Pamona
Long as I got a rubber, Z-Ro gon bone a broad a day
When I hit it, she gon injure her ankle like Hardaway
Doggy style, come out and come back from a yard away
Punish the panocha, I'm going south
Do that thang with your mouth, and I'll be hard all over
Look how they jock me, when I'm rocking the stage
On that X and I'ma hit it, like I'm cocking a gauge
I'm like em with hair down they back, or rocking the braids
They love my dick, and want me to stay in they cot for the day
But I got bidness to handle, and paper to chase
Finish sucking my dick, and then get your ass out my face
It ain't nothing personal, but I don't love you hoe
You got some bomb ass pussy, but you got to go

[Hook - 2x]

(feat. Yung Redd, Lil Boss Hogg, J-Doe)

(*talking*)
SK, Sha, bout time you let these niggas know
What you really bout, know I'm saying
It's Slow Loud And Bangin', all these mark ass niggas
We bringing the real back, street shit
Gangsta shit, fin to put you hoes in your place

[Lil Boss Hogg]
A pair of fresh pressed Khakis, and Chucks will do me fine
I provide promethazyne, so please pour out that whine
But don't waste it on my new shoestrings, bitch I bang
My bold laces, match the same color of my flag that hangs (damn)
I stay G to the T, E to the B
H to the C, the streets raised me properly
Block monopoly, always some shit in the block
Cali building got naughty, knocked off Big Glock
Had to call up Reese's, got guns to dock
He done called his connect, and picked up a new stock
LyricsThese broke ass niggas, ain't nothing but peasants
Wrap a nigga ass up, like Christmas presents
These niggas ain't G's, these niggas is wussies
Get your lips off my dick, and go eat you some pussy
I ain't worried bout a bitch, she can kiss my ass
The only time I come to fuck, is when I can't get cash
Keep your mind off mines, and build up your stash
All blunts rolled up, endo in hash
Out of a bitch ass nigga, I'll make a believer
Have these niggas catching bullets, like wide receivers
Bitch I hit a lick, bought a Lac hit a switch
You can ask these niggas trick, S.L.A.B. the shit
Just because playas get chose, you wan' grab your bitch
I bet nine out of ten, we can have the bitch

[Trae]
I never been a thug, till I graduated to one
And never shot a slug, till I got my hands on a gun
These niggas be fraud and fake, and ain't never been worthy
Got me feeling like Jordan, dumping 23 in they jersey
I'm sick and I'm slick, I run with gang bangers and jackers
Frame plackers and bad actors, being watched by them crackers
I'm running through plex with plex, like I'm Randy Moss
You run in my house, your head I'm fin to be knocking it off
And fucking your spouse, with nuts running all in her mouth
That bitch'll get tossed, like a drop top slab in the South
God damn cause here I go again, cooking and flipping dope again
Ten bricks in the do' again, ready to hit the road again
Trae done just wrecked the flow again, lyrically I'm a ass
I'm sick of these roaching niggas, trying to get inside of my stash
Bitch it ain't gon happen, fuck rapping cause I'ma get you

And have your mama in church, word for word reading scriptures

[Yung Redd]
Don't let me grab the chrome, and break up a happy home
Long as I'm getting my hustle on, ain't nothing wrong
Now all my music, ain't just good wordplay
Listen real close, niggas feel ery'thing I say
Play it smart, you can get your days dark
Them K's spark and break you apart, nigga so don't start
You don't wanna end your life, on a bad note
Get lost in gun smoke, niggas better take notes
From neopacknol, you ain't getting nothing back
Plus the new Cadillac, 22's under that
7-1-3, niggas better move out
Walk a straight line, Yung Redd keep his tool out

(*talking*)
Yeah, it's not a game know I'm saying
The world is crooked, my niggas is straight

[J-Doe]
My nigga, it's time to make this shit known
S Dub, V is finally in the Screw zone
It took a minute, but you know we had to find home
Too many funny niggas, acting like they wasn't wrong
Jump fly with a vulture, get your brains blown
You Donny Brasco, me my nigga I'm Al Kapone
We take private flights, you niggas never leave home
Fifteen hundred, plus I gotta get some thoed dome
I fuck's, with the S.U.Cizzy
Moving these tapes, with the B.U.Dizzy
Vulture piece spin, until I O-Dizzy
A thoed mouthpiece, make pimping so easy
Bat a hoe up, like my nigga named Geezy
Repping the Dub, with S.L.A.Beezie

[Z-Ro]
Joseph rain, I'm here to put black eyes in the game
Wouldn't give a fuck about rapping, I'm a gangsta you know my name
Some people call me the crooked, some people call me the Don
Some people call me heartless, cause if it's beef I'll smoke your mom's
And your papa and your uncle Eddy, nigga this war for real
I suggest you go get your people ready, cause I'ma slide by and fuck a driveby
I'ma throw my shit in park, and straight up hopping out
Sound like applause in the streets, all these Uzi shells dropping out
Fuck with Mr. McVey, and diiiie
Repping it like Southsive for live, fo' liiife
I pistol grip, with motherfuckers at all times
Navy blue up in the Regal, leaning to the left side
2-wheeling down South McGregor, bending corners in the Tre
No license or insurance, but I ain't legal anyway
Gon jump on the bun, cause my warrant got a color
One love to Yukmouth, in uniting the ghettos we all gutter

[Hook - 2x]
I'm a stranger in the midst, a star
I'm dodging death with every breath, because my world is torn
You hate me now, but see me lay a pistol in my palm
It's a hustling team, but still we thugging on, my word is born

[Z-Ro]
They lay me down, lay the pistol in my palm, must thought
It was over, when they put two in my back plus put one in my arm
But I'm a soldier, ain't traveling toward no tunnel with no bright light
I kick it with murderers, steady busting gun shots
And a kin, of any one of my enemies
Drowning in marijuana, codeine, sherm and hennessy
I'm outside of my mind, but I'm not trying to find a way back
Cause I live by it and die by it, I'm talking about my strap
4-4, she be the only lady showing me love
Niggaz get nervous when they see us, cause they know we thug
Military minded, but I'm trying to mind my own
Niggaz running up on my ride, got me in a friense brandishing my weapon
Ain't no second guessing, release first live life
LyricsI'm busting on motherfuckers, and touching they wind pipe
I got a bullet up in the chamber, bullet up in the chamber
Run nigga run, cause your ass in some danger

[Hook - 2x]

[Klondike Kat]
First things first off top, mama raised no fool
I was brought up in that South, in the swamps dropping too smooth
Hustling taking life, it ain't as trifling
Never will get catched dog, and corrupt snatching this
I be just, kicking the game while I'm young and
You should be thinking the same, don't be dumb
A small heart and a soft ass, that an't gon lasted
I'm watching all my niggaz, I grew up before in a casket
Some sad shit I seen in myself, pulling reefer
Black history, that was taught by my teacher
Go to Pimping Tina next do', I know she tweaking
But I ain't know she better hits know, until I be dead
Young nigga what you seeking, outside looking in
I'm here on this black top, confused with a flat top
They got dope in the streets, cause the game
I'm a stranger with no name, I'm for the fame my nigga

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
I'm a stranger, cause I'm a nigga you ain't seen
Face to face with death, bitch nigga you can't scream
Better cherish this your last breath, cause you done walked
Into an unfed guerilla, nigga now witness your last step
I was creeping, with the sawed off
In a rage bo'guard, blowing niggaz balls off
I'm the reaper, touching fellas on madula-oblan-gatta
Will I ever regret it, I think nada

[Klondike Kat]
I got this evil balling up inside, riding with my 4-5
And it'll be in my blood, I hope it's gon before I die
Grown men we don't cry, about it
Just put our straps up real high, then we walk about it
Gon be about it till I'm gone, I'm a gator boy
Knock the tops off a hater, for that paper boy
I'm just a stranger ain't asking for shit, then ask for life
But the Lord gave in, and you know he sha'll take it away

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
I pledge allegiance, to getting my cash on
Either ligalo with a glock, and my mask on
I gotta go get it, cause I got an appetite
Down to run up in your residence, and blast on sight
It's for the paper it's for the bread, it's for the feddy
Seventeen stash spots, between the Dodge and the Chevy
Fuck the whole wide world, it's just me and my songs
Constantly moving on, to find a better place to call home
Keep running, but always look where you going
Whether it's sunny or snowing, them people'll kick your do' in
They keep coming, I had to gather up my rocks
And relocate blocks, and set up my shop away from the cops
Cause I'm a hustler, slash all that
With plenty Christian in the background, for fall backs
That mean I got a plan, B-C and D-E-F-G excetera
Z-Ro running game, two thousand two steps ahead of you

[Hook]
Keep running
LyricsKeep on running

[Mr. Drastic]
I'm on a whole nother level, now I'm running for the devil
When I finally get the shovel, I'ma bury him mayn
Bringing true to the game, so I'm putting God first
No burden I can't handle, I done been through the worst
Now it's time for the better, me and Ro getting setter
Drop the top in rainy weather, and I'm loving it mayn
From the cradle to the grave, no more being a slave
When you see me best believe me, I be off of the chain
Gripping the grain doing the thang, with Gene and Day
Screaming my name, before I go on I make em pay
Business first, making sure my money is straight
I'm loving the hate, because it's keeping food on the plate
It's later and Ro, yeah you know we running the show
Getting the do', rapper slash CEO
Wherever I go, I always be the number one stunning
So you better keep on running

[Hook - 2x]

[O-N-E]
Everyday is a struggle, so I gotta get up and get it
I'm dodging the federalies, trying to stack my mill ticket
It's wicked up in these streets, if you don't work you don't eat
That's why my eyes are wide open, never falling asleep
I roll O-N-E deep, cause I don't need no niggas
They hold you down everytime, when you trying to stack figgas
I'm clutching chrome plated triggas, that's keeping these bitches running
Faster than Forest Gump, that twist and turn when they coming
I been a hustler for a hustler, was even thinking of hustling
And sold every kinda drug, and that's the end of discussion
I'm not trusting nan nigga, nan bitch or friend
Because they all turn fraud, in the god damn end
I'm dropping rhymes and wreckes, and my sixteens is cold
No baking soda it's over, I'm mixing O-N-E do'
When it's finally wrapped in plastic, then shipped to the stores
We'll be them seven figga niggas, O-N-E and Z-Ro

[Hook - 4x]

[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 niggaz 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
Raw niggaz, on the block affiliated with drug dealers
Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggaz
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
LyricsI'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 niggaz 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, the 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 niggaz 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]

(*talking*)
Yeah man, know I mean
Let's go up in this strip club mayn
See what's shaking up in this mo'fucker mayn
You know I mean, yo-yo-yo-yo baby
Give me some tequila girl, you know I mean

[Hook - 4x]
You just a hoe, I ain't a hoe

[Daz]
You just a hoe slut bitch, with a big old butt
All in them guts girl, I ain't had enough
Rough sex, you dancing like you ain't made no money
It's kinda funny, I met a super bad bitch named Sunny
And Z-Ro she want a nigga built, like a super hero
Yo I give her that, because her pussy was fat
Her nickname was Cat, light skinned and black
But she sell her pussy, just like if you were selling some crack
Like a half ounce, or a O-Z
LyricsThe bitch know me, fifty pounds of that pussy
Open the do' hoe, I see hoes galo'
She said stop, but she wanting some mo'
Do you clean up the room girl, clean up my shit
And get it right, cause we doing it all damn night
I dick you down, cause you love that sound
That's how you do it bitch, or give me a pound for pound
Laying it down, I lay the pipe all night
It's like an apple cause that bitch so ripe, that pussy tight
Girl tell me how you feeling, cause you all on the couch
When I stick it in girl, you yelling out ouch

[Hook - 4x]

[Z-Ro]
Bitch, you ain't nothing but a hoe
Acting like you love me, just to get next to my do'
To me, you'll never be as pleasing as my hydro
Please stop following me, everywhere that I go
Trying to handcuff me, on a relationship's a no-no
The only bitch I respect, is tinted and fo' do'
I use to love em, but I really don't love em no mo'
Give me a half of pound, and you can run with Z-Ro hoe
I'm a veteran bitch, square ass niggaz y'all rookies to me
Wrap a hundred dollas around my dick, that's pussy to me
Bitch ain't good for nothing, but sucking dick and getting they back broke in
Receiving head, as I keep smoking
Hell naw you can't get a kiss bitch, keep sucking
And I'ma ka-uh-keep, a-busting nut after nut
Let me rub it on your butt, you know you like it
If a stranger tried to rape you, you wouldn't even fight it

[Hook - 4x]

[Daz]
Tell me how you need it need it
Roll a swisha sweet, keep me weeded
Tweeded I'm heated, you loving the way I read it
Girl tell me something, girl that's how I need it
10-25 you stay alive girl, I like your vibe
You said how, I wanted to get high
This for my nigga Z-Ro, so pour tequilo
All my niggaz know how we go, you know that we know

[Z-Ro]
We know, you a hoe
The way you be drinking that semen, fa sho you a hoe
The reason trick niggaz be fiending, to come out they pocket
And spend a dolla on the dug out, but I gotta knock it
Daz it ain't a piece of ass, that I ever had don't deserve a fee
It might be big and juicy, but it's full of S-H-I-T
Stank bitch, I be damned if Z-Ro open up a door fo' you
All you getting is dick, that's the only thing to show for you

[Hook - 4x]

[Z-Ro]
I ain't having none of that riff-raff, so act like you know that I ain't friendly
Treat everybody I come across, like they wanna put something in me
Like some lead, or if I'm moving weight they might set me up with the FEDs
But to a boy done shed, I'm one deep trying to get bread
And I'm one deep when I bust heads, cause I'm not gonna tell on me
When a snitch be rolling with you, you headed to felony
I ain't ready to do 85 percent, of nobody's time
So I keep's it gangsta when I'm boss hogging, and solo when I grind
A-R 1-5, AK-56 plus one
It's multiple homicide, if I happen to touch one
You niggaz gon learn, or you niggaz are gon burn
It get hotter than lava, when it come down to the dolla
And I gotta have it, by any means necessary
Guaranteed to see a million, before the cemetery
So I keep on watching, and my 4-4 keep on cocking
If my folks keep on droppin, B-O double P-E-R's keep on boppin I ain't stoppin

[Hook]
We ain't, having none of that bullshit
LyricsRepresent till I die Hiram-Clarke, Mo City my hood bitch
Get out of dodge, cause we ain't no play thang
See me and (Lil Head nigga) keeping it gangsta, all day mayn

[Lil Head]
In my life I keep it gangsta, all day
In my life, I could peep a wanksta a mile away
In my life, I trust me and nobody else
That's why I walk around with a nine, tucked in my belt
Don't let the small size fool you, try to play me for weak
Cause I pull this four pound bar, and blaze at your beat
You got niggaz I got niggaz, but my niggaz the best
See my niggaz all my niggaz, is guerillas with techs
Lil Head the 4"3' giant, respect my name
In order to live a longer life, you gotta respect the game
Now listen mayn, I'm trying to tell you some' for your own good
See I'm the type of nigga, have you bailing out your own hood
I'm a General a Sergeant, no need to start this
Rumble in the field with a lion, cause I'm raw bitch
I'm raw regardless, whether it's four to one
Cause the pop from the glock, I know it's gonna go through one

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
I'm not your kin folk, so I suggest you get out of dodge
1-25 road raging, ready to get out and squab
Too many problems in my life, I just can't handle the stress
Niggaz be trying to kill me, damn near dismantling my vest
But I can take it, cause I dish it out, you got your gun
I got my gun and I'm busting, before you get a chance to whoop it out
A soldier, folding up a motherfucker what he need for me
Either with a gun or with a fist, anyway it go I'm still gon fold him
What you thought I was, a fraud a hoe a punk
Don't make me make you say oh Lord, shut the fuck up
I handle my bidness, and then I move around in the night
So much codeine, it feel like I got a pound of the Sprite
So keep my temper calm, collective and cool
Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes
To keep my temper calm, collective and cool
Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
Of course I'm thankful for another day, my Lord I can't lie
But everytime I wake up, seem like one of my people gotta die
Anthrax poisoning, Hussein and them blew up the Trade Center
Summer, Fall, Spring, Winter, people in the projects getting thinner
Barely enough government cheese, left to feed the rats
But we gotta get it how we live, and how we live is selling crack
How we live is kicking doors, how we live is pimping whores
How we live is what we do, so we don't live like this no more
How we live is wrapping em up, shipping em out wait to receive
An overloaded Houston Texas, niggaz make they own bleed
Every night another murder scene, that could of been prevented
But the truth is we most def, and the last soul tormented
Every now and then I duck my head, up in the sunday service
That's the only place where 5-0, won't burst us bust us
Nigga they don't love us, they wanna relocate us to the Penn
We wanna do right, but all we see is sin

[Hook]
In this land, we need you Jesus
LyricsLord have mercy, we need shelter in the time of storm
Uh-huh, well, well, well

[Z-Ro]
Yeah, Rostafar-i help me, help me
All the young picking them, living in a rush just to get wealthy (wealthy)
And in the ghetto, we struggle or we hustle till we bubble
On top, eliminating competition when we buck shot
Don't press that new, but a new clear shot
Fire, fire, fire, fire (fire)
Too many sickness and disease, under attack from overseas
Mighty job me and for God, please come save the day
If I should die before I wake, me leave a blessing for me people today
Mighty job me and for God upon you, take this pain away

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Now I lay me, down to sleep
I pray the Lord keep my body, as my enemies creep
Don't wanna be another statistic, living through c.d.'s
Either the graveyard or max. security, prison you'll see G's
Look at the homie's little girl, she ain't nothing but sixteen
Trying to support three kids, so she stay coming out her jeans
Getting pimped, by somebody that still live with they mama
But that's the only way she know, to get away from all the drama
As for books, the mind is a terrible thing to waste
As for crooks, the nine is a terrible thing to taste
Ask them niggaz that don bit the bullet, but they still here
My nigga we ain't seen God befo', but we still fear
I asked him for a blessing, and he sent me Eugene
Now I got two cars, a crib and everyday I dress clean
But it ain't no love, they wanna put a nigga in the Penn
I wanna do right, but all I see is sin

[Hook - 2x]

(*talking*)
Yeah, let me count that up right there
Real shit, know I mean, you know I mean, what's up Z-Ro
Yeah, this a real one, inhale that shit nigga

[Hook]
Time and time again
I get caught up, trying to make those ends
In my liiiiiife, cause everything I do
Is a criiiiime, what else could I do
I would like, to make a change
But being broke, will make a nigga stay the same
In my liiiiiife, tell me what to do
At least I grind, what else could I do

[Daz]
I never ever ever ever, did nobody ever wrong
Will I live, with a nigga be bumping my song
Will my soul live, forever or will it be gone
Will I journey on, will I journey on
LyricsMy journey was swift and thick
Came up in the game, slanging these rhymes to get rich
Fifty thousand, to a hundred thousand
I perfected my housing, now me and my niggas is cold cold lounging
Roll a Five Hundred Wagon, we blasting the morgue
Cause body bagging, back to the hood cause we sagging
I ain't asking for no handout, see my demands bout
That's when I planned out, see I just cash out
Make sure it's all there, Dat Nigga Daz out
Now I'm swerving and swerving nigga, without a doubt
It's just another day, just for the D-A-Z
Or it just another day, got me just being a G
Be so easily spoken, my minds are open
My eyes are open, I keep smoking
And spilling that mud leaning, me and my niggas we super thugs
Bitch, who the fuck that you thought it was

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
I'ma pledge allegiance, to this crooked ass game
Walking backwards through this rhythm this nation, without a name
I don't need to be known, I just to be living like it
Cause I come from Holiday, there's no other prison like it
I fuck with niggas like Chill, and the Don Keke
Cause not only are they killas, they be about they currency
Somebody told me Z-Ro, get your ass up and go
Get a job but my job, got to be filling out applications it's hard
For a young black male, to stack male
But do it legal, without the help of a crack sale
That's asking too much, cause my people having it rough
That's just your ghetto, everyday average stuff
From California to Texas, people are restless and they starving
Like predators after the prey, they gon come barging
Just like the police, you might as well call us the Fed
Because we running shit undercover, but making our bread

[Hook]

[Thug Dirt]
I'm trying to make it, but the world want me to take it
Sticky sticky I'm getting stuck, in a crazy situation
Should I get a job a car and a wife, or chrome with cookies
On the corner, this is my life
I often wish it was easy, but the road so cold
I make one and pay three, I gots to make two mo'
And coming short don't add up, niggas wanna agg' up
Uncock the gun lil' nigga, put the mask up
I ain't killing no mo', I gots to find another way
I got people locked down, ain't seen the light of day
I'm struggling right now, I still gots to get paid
God please help me, men my wicked ways
I'm trudging through the mud, trying to make it to the concrete
But I'm sinking, can't see my feet
Thug Dirt guilty or acquitted, I'ma push it to the limit
In the dark, hit the lights so I could finish, yeah

[Hook]

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