(*talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I y'all waiting on this here, yeah 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 stress, still gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be what be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it We gon two deep in a fo' do'
Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my Trunk of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on Military minded, I'm a soldier Out the streets, of the 4 Not no bitch, and say I still a hoe niggas know, everyday of the year I my pen, and I get my point clear Why niggas wanna down, I don't know Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, the 4 With my 4-4 on my side, I ride Ready to do homicide, in a pine box And I'm gone, old glory I'm to Cali, just like Robert Ory If I do a murder, the murder scene No shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean From Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's about war not bout Nigga me, I'm bout knocking out teeth Know I'm saying, I'll loose your A nigga coming down, in the Deville Looking gravy, looking real be the nigga, pulling over 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 like me, can't wait Just to it, to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way When I come around corner, so slow be the nigga, in the damn Polo It's the rap lawing, jackers ain't Why I the slab, when I went straight to foreign Said it I said it, in the old school 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 motherfucker I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do' A fox photo, I do it in a flash Nigga out, cause that could be your ass I rhyme so long, 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 Tyson I keep Or maybe like Lenox, I'm to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need I'ma keep going, I on flowing just like the Nile Million dolla mouthpiece, I smile Look and load a, ashtray Everytime he smile, he can turn the to day You can open up the pop, and let the smoke 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 brother R.I.P., to my motherfucking the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew There's ten toes planted, in my 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 know I mean I be stacking up chips, like Dark on a pump, like Calvin Kato Loosen to the rocket, a like Comets I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch make him vomit On the grind, take a trip on Greyhound I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the Headed to Lake Charles, or to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria, but I finished 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 clips, till they empty A piece of potent pussy, tempt me is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary The reason why, I ain't friendly I'm up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter in the back, and he got the camcorder Recording everything, the 4's gon pulling up, on Fondren and the Main Looking lovely, got to good I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my Never 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 it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back And I use my, motherfucking Make her say ouch, I hit her with the mule