(*talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know 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 dead partnas But shit, I still feel stress, gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be doing They be doing, I don't though, shit fuck it We gon two deep in a fo' do'
Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I never been a punk I on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded, I'm a motherfucking Out the streets, of the 4 Not no bitch, and say I still a hoe Letting niggas know, of the year I pimp my pen, and I get my point Why niggas wanna talk down, I know Gotta take a to Akapoko, from the 4 my 4-4 on my side, when I ride Ready to do homicide, in a pine box And I'm gone, old glory I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Ory If I do a murder, the murder scene No missing on the drank, I can't find no lean From Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's about war not bout Nigga like me, I'm knocking out teeth Know I'm saying, I'll your grill A coming down, in the Coupe Deville Looking gravy, real throwed I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the cross road With my K on my side, I'm ready to And if I gotta go, be a homicide Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden A like me, can't wait Just to make it, to day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way When I come around corner, so slow It'll be the nigga, in the Polo It's the rap lawing, ain't barring Why I skipped the slab, when I went to foreign Said it like I said it, in the old Some they be red, but Z-Ro blue I come your corner, but I ain't set tripping But I will, wet niggas and wet With the calico, I had to let a know That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln do' A fox photo, I do it in a flash Nigga watch out, cause could be your ass I rhyme so long, rhyme so I my bar, sip then I swoll on Get on, the motherfucking And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence wonder where I went, they keep looking I don't a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking Or maybe Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach keep going, I keep on flowing just 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, a crooked ass cop officer, crooked officer Make a nigga blow the badge, off of ya Me and Dougie, my brother R.I.P., to my motherfucking the Dorothy Marie McVay 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 stacking up chips, like Dark on a pump, just like Calvin Loosen to the rocket, a like Comets I don't give a fuck, punch a bitch nigga make him vomit On the grind, I'ma a trip on Greyhound I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to 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 Benz-e Got hoes running round, in a friendse I be full clips, till they empty A piece of potent pussy, tempt me Rain is trying to send me, to the The main reason why, I ain't 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 up, on Fondren and the Main Looking lovely, got to look I up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm hoes know I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but a G-O L-D, a plack I it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back And I use my, tool Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the