Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I y'all Been on this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, All the soldiers man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead But shit I feel stress, still gotta get something Off my chest, these hoe niggaz be doing What they be doing, I don't know though, fuck it We gon two deep in a fo' do'
'Slow And Bangin'', all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never a punk I on skunk, I blow on doja minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier
Out the of the Ridgemont 4 Not no bitch and say I still a hoe Letting niggaz know, of the year I pimp my pen and I get my point
Why niggaz wanna talk down? I know take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4 With my 4-4 on my side, when I Ready to do homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, old glory I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Horry If I do a murder, flee the murder No missing shortage on the drank, I find no lean
Southwest to Southfese Bitch about war not bout peace Nigga like me, I'm 'bout knocking out Know I'm saying, loose your grill A nigga coming down, in the Coupe
Looking gravy, looking throwed I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking road my K on my side, I'm ready to ride And if I gotta go, it'll be a
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden A nigga me, can't wait to make it, to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way
When I come around your corner, so be the nigga, in the damn Polo That's the Ralph Lauren, ain't barring Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to
it like I said it, in the old school Some niggaz they be red, but blue I come your corner but I ain't set tripping But I will, wet and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker That I come around corner, in a Lincoln four do' A fox photo I do it in a flash Nigga watch out that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, so strong I my bar, sip then I swoll on Get on, the bench And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the
They wonder I went, they keep looking I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep Or like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye but I need spinach
I'ma going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile Look and load a, nigga Everytime he smile, he can turn the to day
You can up the pop and let the smoke come out We don't a damn, 'bout a crooked ass cop Crooked officer, crooked Make a nigga wanna the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking R.I.P., to my motherfucking That's the Marie McVay Matthew There's ten toes planted in my motherfucking
I be a man, hope you understand There's nothing but the work and the calico in my On a corner on the Ridgevan and I'm a fiend A real live B-Boy and you know what I
I be stacking up chips, like Dark on a pump, like Calvin Kato Houston to the Rocket, a four-peat comets I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him
On the grind, I'ma a trip on Greyhound I be flying on a plane but the dope is on the to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria but I ain't yet
I gotta a hoe I to 10, I sin, then I do it again I get my ends, I'm in my Benz Got these running 'round in a friendse I be busting full clips, till they A piece of pussy, might tempt me
Rain is trying to me to the Penitentiary The reason why, I ain't friendly I'm wired up but I ain't on no damn in the back and he got the camcorder
Recording everything, the 4's gon Still pulling up on and the Main Looking lovely, got to look I throw up Ridgemont 4 'cause that's my
been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a P L A T but first a G O L D, a plack I keep it straight and like that Hit a bitch from the and I use my motherfucking tool Make her say ouch, I hit her with the mule