Z-ro - Crack lyrics

[Z-RO Talking] Guess who's back? (HAY) [laughs] That's right, king of the ghetto (HAY) The Mo city don, Z-RO the crooked (That's Right) That's my mothaf**in name n***a (that's right, that's right) And I'm representing (WHAT) a**holes By Nature (Nature) Screwed Up Click, all mothaf**in day long till the casket drop (Real talk n***a) n***a, I'm doin this sh** for DJ Screw (HAY) n***a, I'm doin this sh** for Big Hawk (HAY) n***a, I'm doin this sh** for Big Steve Mafio-so (HAY) We doin this sh** for Big Mello (WHAT) Know what I'm talkin bout, I'm doin this sh** for Pimp C, n***a (Real talk) That's right... All the mothaf**in fallen soldiers in the game, n***a (Know what I'm talking bout) It's real out here in these mothaf**in city streets, n***a (That's alright) Huh, me? I'm representing Mo city, n***a Rich Motofo to be exact That's what's up for me, n***a By dueces to the crip n***a till the casket drop, n***a to the world blow (HAY) Know what's I'm talking bout? I ain't set tripping no n***a, I be getting this goddamn breed That's what it's about to me, n***a (HAY) So back back and uh, I'm a show you how to do this sh** one time, you know what I'm talking bout It's my new sh** n***a called Crack Why it's called Crack? (HAY) Cause it's the new word, n***a (HAY) Getcha hoota ready to blaze, n***a (ni**a!) [Rapping:] I try to beat my felony but I lost that case So well, I went to jail and I lost that weight Met a couple dime pieces but I'm true to one woman I could spot a devil with breast when I see one coming What's the matter, y'all acting like y'all mad I'm free Like to see me suffering, is what you glad to see (b**hes) Newsflash: I ain't been doing bad in so long Making money in prison like I was still at home Got a few mo vechile, that super size my house Made a call to Paul Wall and he re-did my mouth Know you wonder why I'm the most hated rapper down south I'm so deep they can't reach what I be talking about With the same size foot you couldn't fill these shoes You ain't gotta be a crip for you to dig these blues Where the playa haters at, it's time to hate me again Same pistol, yeah it's dusty without safety again Same snub coll 8 5 7 ain't nothing changed I ain't looking for no trouble just protecting my brain I don't need to reach out and touch ya, stay out of my range If you don't give me a reason, I ain't goin murder you maan I'm the new Crack, put me on yo hoota and blaze me You ain't even gotta re-smoke, just smoke me daily If ya lookin for a buzz, this the wrong CD Homie, don't press play, unless you ready to O D All my people love my music, but they don't think I'm a thug Even the kids listen, but they don't think I'm a drug In reality I'm an addiction, but that's a good thang Not on for television, I'm a world wide hood thang Reppin stars, and dealers moving my sh** Bootleggers ain't got the good wheel, but it's too hard to call it well And if you got the nerve to call me underground, n***a please Here goes fourteen new songs, overdose on these