(*talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know 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 dead partnas But shit, I still stress, still gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be doing be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it We gon two deep in a fo' do'
Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I on doja Military minded, I'm a soldier Out the streets, of the 4 Not no bitch, and say I ain't a hoe niggas know, everyday of the year I pimp my pen, and I get my clear 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 shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean From Southwest to Southfese, bitch about war not bout peace like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth Know I'm saying, loose your grill 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 nigga, on the way to the Golden 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 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 like I it, in the old school Some niggas they be red, but blue I come your corner, but I ain't set tripping But I will, wet niggas and wet the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know That I around your corner, in a Lincoln four do' A fox photo, cause I do it in a Nigga watch out, cause that be your ass I rhyme so long, rhyme so I flicks my bar, sip then I on Get on, the motherfucking And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence They wonder where I went, they looking I don't give a fuck, Tyson I keep hooking Or maybe Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the Popeye, but I don't need spinach I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Million dolla mouthpiece, I smile Look and load a, ashtray Everytime he smile, he can turn the to day You can up the pop, and let the smoke come out We don't 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 That's the Dorothy Marie Matthew There's ten toes planted, in my shoe I gotta be a man, 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 live B-Boy, and you know what I mean I be stacking up chips, 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 make him vomit On the grind, I'ma take a on Greyhound I be on a plane, but the dope is on the ground Headed to Charles, or headed to Lafayette off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet I gotta a hoe I-10, I sin I, do it again I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking Got hoes running round, in a friendse I be busting full clips, they empty A of potent pussy, might tempt me Rain is to send me, to the Penitentiary The main reason why, I friendly 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 4, cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm hoes know I get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherfucking I it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back And I use my, tool Make her say ouch, I hit her with the mule