Chris Ward - Dedicated 2 U lyrics

[Z-Ro] n***a you ain't my partna, but you never been Just wanted to get in the club, free you little low yellow b**h You ain't never been real, but it's evident You be looking to get your chest blown (boo-ya) Or are you use to walking the hallways Of your home, with a vest on Talking you come real, with the black steal But you ain't never seen no Glock That's why Grady, checked your a** up out your hat Cause you never lived on our block But n***as be going off at the mouth And I'm so sick of these hoes acting shife n***a really fin to lose, more than your teeth f** around and be looking for your life Cause I'm the n***a that showed you love It's best you keep your distance from me Even though we once was throwing up the same sign I'll put your b**h a** to sleep, remember I started the click you claim And you wanted to trip when I left Trying to catch me slipping in the truck on the titty You n***as to put one scar on my chest And a n***a would try to erase me, and that's a fact But if I gotta go, really I'ma be God damned, if my trigga finger, isn't pulling back Even if they f** around and murder me, for the the thangs I spoke on I'm gonna be in the depths of hell, hollin' out f** you as I smoke on [Hook] This is dedicated to you, dear b**h This is dedicated to the coward n***as of your click Welcome to my world, I'll show you pain you never seen it Slapping patches out of n***as, and I mean it, remember [Chris Ward] I know you smile in my face, full of jealousy and anger But the minute I turn my back, I know you shoot me the finger Whether you wanted to be my friend or foe, I know you ain't like me But when I refused to sign your contract, n***as started to call me shiesty But now one one of you n***as would fight me, even if you was jumping me You won't be to the end, I take your life and crumble your company When you first started off, I did all of your production for free But for the show date, you got everybody in the club except me What kind of hoe could you be, a b**h to the third degree That's why me and 3, ran up in your crib And wouldn't play, let you live If it wasn't for your cousin, cause for him I got love But Midas please quit f**ing with them scrub a** Never show love a**, selling fake drug a** Fin to catch a slug a** n***as, and I bet I be the one behind the trigga Fin to put you in the dirt, till you get hurt, f**ing around with the Network Deserve a motherf**ing slug in the chamber And when I blast I'm screaming [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] When I be played up in my back, but in my face or ear to ear You must of heard of all the murders that we doing here Cause I could smell your fear And watch you coming, you can't f** with a n***a from bud I'll leave laying on your back, with your body wide open Choking on your blood, I signed a contract that was about a year long But now its expired, how the hell you gon get some points off my song b**h made n***a, show yo' face, even yo' nephew as well f** around and pistol play with me, and you won't live to tell Oh well, all I could say is I told you so Should of stuck with a bench n***a like me, just got plex You can't take it, talking bout what your pistol gon do to my chest Hold that down, you don't wanna f** around, I'm quick to pull chrome But I'm more than words, up under your breath And run tell chickens what's going on Don't make me murder you n***a, you looking for me here I stand About six feet even, co*ked and meant built twin Glocks in my hand And to the n***as, that pulling the triggas on n***as like me Sho' nuff gon stall, but I'm ready for the match That's k**ing one more, one fall I'm k**ing on y'all n***a, let's get ready to rumble [Hook - 6x]