(feat. D-Bo)
[talking:]
What it do, this one for all you hoe a** n***az
You n***az claim to be down, we been doing this n***a
We been out here sliding n***az, we been out here doing boys
Been out here wrecking, you n***az ain't sh**
Hoe a** n***az, make a n***a slide your b**h a**
Under a closed do' n***a, you got us f**ed up
[Z-Ro:]
When it get gangsta, I don't see too many n***az repping they set
But in front of these dog a** hoes, they rep it to d**h
There go Z-Ro the Crooked, better put some pep in your step
You ain't got enough insurance, to get yourself in a wreck
I put a cease on all breathing, when I squeeze my weapon
Better hope God cut for ya, cause you gon need that blessing
Somebody save him, it's gon take all of his homies to help him
And if he run, it ain't gon take but three of these to catch him
I'm dedicated to the delivery, of a Smith & Wesson
While keeping it under cover, to keep authorities guessing
Who did it when it happened, real n***az don't make a scene
b**h n***az publicize it, and end up with ten to fifteen
Talking about how they done crept up, on a n***a from the blind
Couldn't even acknowledge they presence, they cowards in my eye
Right before I merk me a n***a, he don't know who hit him
Before I pull the trigger, I let him see my face and then I send him
[Hook:]
I'm a gangsta, p**y n***az better stay up out my way
Frown on my face, I'm holding my AK
Handling bidness, digging ditches everyday hey
I'm a gangsta, p**y n***az better stay up out my way
I'ma be checking n***az, till I'm old and grey
Serious bidness, that n***a Z-Ro he don't play hey
[Z-Ro:]
Ever since I was a youngster, bagging them grams up
I've seen so many times, in the back of the squad car in them handcuffs
Playing for a blue van, cause if it's red n***a that's FED
I guess it's back to drank and pretties, and eating at Jack Mack's Red
But I'd rather be free, up in the streets collecting money
From weed to drank, a long currensy just like Bun B
There go the the laws my n***a, don't let em see you hit the weed
Cause we get more than a misdemeanor, for a**ault rifles and cheese
Yeah I'm rapping motherf**er, but I'm still on the block
Just cause you see me on the T.V., don't mean I stopped punching the clock
That's fa sho money, I ain't seen a royalty yet but I get show money
By any means necessary, Z-Ro gotta get some mo' money
Now cheuffer's open up do's for me, it's just like Burger King
Motherf**ers love my rap and got hypnotized, the first time they heard me sing
That's why I'm able to purchase Afghanic by the pound, and a lot of drank
And to y'all jackers this ain't a glock b**h, when it pop it's out of tank
[Hook]
[Z-Ro:]
These days, I roll alone it's just my heater with me
f** all of these females, my heavleck is my main hoe so I keep her with me
Everytime she speaks, she leave bloody white sheets
And I got a rambo knife, sharp enough to cut straight to the white meat
Make me use it on ya, take it out take a breather then reuse it on ya
It's on you I could murder your a**, or drop some murder music on ya
And f** that Hollywood sh**, I'm from the corner
Newport Short box, and a cup of coedine f** a Corona
I'ma be grooving it, till the world stop moving y'all know what that mean
C walking in blue and black All-Stars, with blue and black strings
A short sleeve Dickie top, with the bulletproof up underneath
Den Den you ain't no Crip n***a you's a b**h, cause you won't come to me
Talk that sh** in my face, you been talking behind my back
I'm so confident that I'ma beat your a**, I ain't gotta be behind my strap
To that n***a k**a Kyleon, stay in your place
If I wanted to get you, I'd send b**hes with razors to play in your face
[Hook x2]