[Z-Ro:]
Say some people call me the Crooked, cause my mind ain't straight
Leave n***az leaning to the side, like they need a V8
I tried to be a changed man, but my plan ain't play
Haters forced me, to put a gun back in my hand and spray
Was already dealing with, a bunch of those hoe a** n***az
n***az-n***az, hated by mo' b**h a** n***az
Took a fall, got arrested then you b**hes got bold
What you thought I wasn't coming back, to bomb on you hoes
I heard the rumors for myself, Z-Ro signed for ten
Here I am, it ain't safe to come outside again
For the record, f** everybody I ain't got no friend
n***a remember how you treated Ro, when Ro had no ends
That explain when you see me, why I reach in my pants
Pull out my pistol, let a fade n***a straight bleed in they a**
Yeah I'm back and let it be known, Z-Ro done made it home
f** with me I empty out my clip, reload and keep on
[Hook: x2]
Keep on, and I won't stop
f** with me, I promise I'ma make your breathing stop
I keep on, with my glock co*ked
Living on the edge till I'm dead, screaming f** the cops
[Z-Ro:]
Fresh out of jail, mayn
You n***az, done f**ed up now
Came back, to get my mail mayn
Playa don't make me, buck you down
I'm the King of Da Ghetto
And I'm here, to reclaim my throne
In a relationship, with a chick 4-4
And n***a my b**h, be blazing domes
If y'all fellas, wanna play game
I'm dumping, on every car I see
It's that time, when I play mayn
Brace yourself, R.I.P.
[Hook x2]
[Z-Ro:]
It's reprocussions, when you n***az press my bu*tons too hard
Then I become a saint, by bringing you n***az closer to God
Love nothing and slug something, everytime I breathe
Murder on my enemies, I'm the reason they families grieve
Please O.G. gorilla, original girl gone on
'Fore I beat your b**h a**, without ever hanging up my phone
Cause when I get wired up, n***az get tied up
It be nothing but yellow tape, everytime I r-ride up
T-Ray, we use to be cool and kick it and thang
Understand you was in prison, and missing the game
Understand me when I tell you, if you cross me you could die
Might as well be a pigeon, cause your spirit fin to fly
If you wasn't on "Keep on Watching Me", you ain't a Guerilla
Trying to imitate a gangsta, that's when a gangsta come get ya
Run and telling toy soldiers in your army, the war's on
Catch em one by one and dump my gun, they cease to keep on what
[Hook x2]