Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I y'all Been waiting on this here, yeah R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, All the fallen man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm
All my partnas, all your dead But I still feel stress, still gotta get something Off my chest, while hoe niggaz be doing What they be doing, I don't though, shit fuck it We gon two deep in a fo' do'
'Slow Loud And Bangin'', all in my Trunk full of funk, I ain't never a punk I blow on skunk, I on doja Military minded, I'm a motherfucking
Out the streets of the 4 Not no and say I still ain't a hoe Letting niggaz know, of the year I pimp my pen and I get my point
Why wanna talk down? I don't know Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, the 4 With my 4-4 on my side, when I to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, nigga old I'm to Cali, just like Robert Horry If I do a murder, the murder scene No missing on the drank, I can't find no lean
Southwest to Southfese Bitch it's about war not peace Nigga like me, I'm 'bout out teeth Know I'm saying, loose your grill A nigga coming down, in the Coupe
gravy, looking real throwed I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross With my K on my side, I'm ready to And if I go, it'll be a homicide
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden A nigga like me, wait Just to it, to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way
I come around your corner, so slow It'll be the nigga, in the Polo That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers barring Why I skipped the slab, I went straight to foreign
it like I said it, in the old school Some they be red, but Z-Ro blue I come around corner but I ain't set tripping But I will, wet and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a know That I come around your corner, in a four do' A fox 'cause I do it in a flash watch out 'cause that could be your ass
I so long, rhyme so strong I flicks my bar, sip I swoll on Get on, the bench And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
wonder where I went, they keep looking I don't give a fuck, like I keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'm to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye but I don't spinach
I'ma keep going, I on flowing just like the Nile Million mouthpiece, everytime I smile Look and load a, nigga he smile, he can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop and let the come out We give a damn, 'bout a crooked ass cop officer, crooked officer Make a wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking R.I.P., to my motherfucking That's the Dorothy Marie Matthew There's ten planted in my motherfucking shoe
I be a man, hope you understand nothing but the work and the calico in my hand On a corner on the Ridgevan and I'm serving a A real live B-Boy and you what I mean
I be up chips, like Lego Dark on a pump, just like Kato Houston to the Rocket, a like comets I don't give a fuck, good a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma a trip on Greyhound I be flying on a but the dope is on the ground to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria but I finished yet
I make 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, they empty A piece of pussy, might tempt me
Rain is trying to send me to the The reason why, I ain't friendly I'm up but I ain't on no damn slaughter Dejaun in the and he got the camcorder
everything, the 4's gon swang Still pulling up on and the Main lovely, got to look good I throw up Ridgemont 4 'cause my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes 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 back and I use my motherfucking Make her say ouch, I hit her with the mule