(*talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know Been waiting on this here, shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, All the fallen man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, I'm saying All my partnas, all your partnas But shit, I still feel stress, still gotta get Off my chest, these hoe niggas be doing what They be doing, I know though, shit fuck it We gon stay two in a fo' do'
Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a 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 still a hoe niggas know, everyday of the year I pimp my pen, and I get my clear Why wanna talk down, I don't know Gotta a trip to Akapoko, from the 4 my 4-4 on my side, when I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a box And I'm gone, nigga old I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Ory If I do a murder, flee the murder No missing on the drank, I can't find no lean From Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's war not bout peace Nigga like me, I'm knocking out teeth Know I'm saying, I'll loose your A nigga coming down, in the Deville Looking gravy, real throwed I'ma be the nigga, pulling at the fucking cross road With my K on my side, I'm ready to And if I gotta go, it'll be a Me and another nigga, on the way to the Gate A nigga like me, wait Just to make it, to day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way When I around your corner, so slow It'll be the nigga, in the damn the rap lawing, jackers ain't barring Why I skipped the slab, I went straight to foreign Said it 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 niggas and wet With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker That I come your corner, in a Lincoln four do' A fox photo, cause I do it in a Nigga out, cause that could be your ass I rhyme so long, rhyme so I flicks my bar, sip then I on Get on, the bench And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the They wonder where I went, keep looking I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep 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 flowing like the Nile Million dolla mouthpiece, I smile Look and load a, ashtray he smile, he can turn the night to day You can up the pop, and let the smoke come out We don't give a damn, bout a ass cop Crooked officer, crooked a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya Me and Dougie, my brother R.I.P., to my motherfucking That's the Dorothy Marie McVay ten toes planted, in my motherfucking shoe I be a man, hope you understand There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my On a on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend A live B-Boy, and you know what I mean I be up chips, like Lego on a pump, just like Calvin Kato Loosen to the rocket, a like Comets I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga him vomit On the grind, I'ma take a on Greyhound I be flying on a plane, but the is on the ground Headed to Charles, or headed to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't yet I gotta a hoe I-10, I sin I, do it again I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking Got these hoes round, in a friendse I be busting full clips, till they A piece of potent pussy, tempt me is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary The main why, I ain't friendly I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn Dejaun in the back, and he got the everything, the 4's gon swang Still pulling up, on Fondren and the Looking lovely, got to good I throw up 4, cause that's my hood 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 simple like that, hit a bitch from the And I use my, tool Make her say ouch, when I hit her the mule