(*talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I y'all Been waiting on this here, 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 partnas But shit, I still stress, still gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be doing They be doing, I don't know though, fuck it We gon stay two in a fo' do'
Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't been a punk I blow on skunk, I on doja minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier Out the streets, of the 4 Not no bitch, and say I ain't a hoe Letting niggas know, of the year I pimp my pen, and I get my point Why niggas wanna down, I don't know Gotta take a to Akapoko, from the 4 With my 4-4 on my side, I ride to do another homicide, in a pine box And I'm gone, nigga old I'm H-Town to Cali, just Robert Ory If I do a murder, flee the scene No missing shortage on the drank, I find no lean Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's about war not bout peace Nigga like me, I'm bout out teeth Know I'm saying, I'll your grill A coming down, in the Coupe Deville gravy, looking real throwed I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross my K on my side, I'm ready to ride And if I gotta go, be a homicide Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden A nigga like me, can't Just to it, to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way When I around your corner, so slow be the nigga, in the damn Polo It's the rap lawing, jackers barring Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to Said it like I it, in the old school Some niggas they be red, but blue I come around your corner, but I set tripping But I will, wet niggas and wet the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln do' A fox photo, cause I do it in a watch out, cause that could be your ass I so long, rhyme so strong I my bar, sip then I swoll on Get on, the motherfucking And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence They wonder where I went, keep looking I don't give a fuck, like I keep hooking Or maybe Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't spinach I'ma keep going, I keep on just like the Nile dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile Look and a, nigga ashtray he smile, he can turn the night to day You can up the pop, and let the smoke 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 mother the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew There's ten toes planted, in my shoe I be a man, hope you understand There's but the work, and the calico in my hand On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a A real B-Boy, and you know what I mean I be stacking up chips, like Dark on a pump, just like Calvin Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat like I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga him vomit On the grind, I'ma take a trip on I be on a plane, but the dope is on the ground Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Maybe off in Alexandria, but I finished yet I make a hoe I-10, I sin I, do it again I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking Got these running round, in a friendse I be busting full clips, till empty A piece of potent pussy, might me is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary The main reason why, I ain't I'm wired up, but I ain't on no slaughter in the back, and he got the camcorder Recording everything, the 4's gon 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 know I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but a G-O L-D, a motherfucking I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the And I use my, motherfucking Make her say ouch, when I hit her the mule