Z-ro - Ride on Our Enemies lyrics

(*talking*) Uh-oh n***as, It's S.L.A.B. baby Taking over this sh** n***a The war has now begun Jump in front of the gun if you wanna You gon be a motherf**ing goner Watch out for this blue and gray Cause we gon make way I put this on the West n***a S.L.A.B. gon be on top of this sh** here [Hook - 2x] I know you n***as in the game, finna feel me I'm never gon shut up, until a n***a k** me And I feel like I'm headed, to the Penitentiary Cause this is the part, when we ride on our enemies [Z-Ro] I spit slow, so these snitch n***as can know who I be Z-Ro the Crooked, I've infected more people than H.I.V Say hello and say la-vi with it, it don't matter to me My motherf**ing family, S-L-A-B in back of me Tragedies often is prevented, but when the windows be this tinted It'll be a drive by, chastising n***as spirits as I slide by Don't ever in your life, try to challenge my mind's eye f** around and make me, make these motherf**ers die So listen to the sound of Fraiser, releasing his anger Listen to the sound of Douglas, with one in the chamber Listen to the sound of me, spilling my hate with this Mack And I can't stop, until I see my n***a Joseph with stacks Pants sagging, cause I got my pistol in my pocket And it ain't nothing to co*k it, throw a search party for your wig and rock it Head busting, Z-Ro standing over your bed dumping Be gone before the FED's running, real life head humming [Trae] You ever see a guerilla, with his hands quicker Cause Trae been clicking on fake n***as, just like that b**h n***a We realer, we them n***as that be Maabing on b**hes Cause all that pistol play capping, finna to get you put up with stitches I heard that controversy sells, but down South it'll get you hurt And if you in it get f**ed over, I'm about to raise up your skirt It ain't no need to take it back, not when they slug's been shot I'm fresh off the block I'm hot, and you about to get dropped I'm feeling like Pac, so now I gotta ride on you cats And all of my enemies better move, before they get put on they back A soldier bout to attack, if you want me let's get it cracking That's going for any one of you n***as, thinking we rapping On down to friends and foes, you n***as gotta go Then again I ain't got no friends, cause most of 'em turned to hoes And to the n***as, that love to put a slug under they breath I'ma lean on a n***a, and bring that b**h out of they chest [Hook - 2x] [Archie Lee] I'm a soldier, 4-5 strapped in the holster Shells popping out, like a motherf**ing toaster Archie Lee the hood legend, I rep's my block I hit your spot, pull out connect my knots I got a gun fetish n***a, with techs and Glocks So many infrared beams, it's like connect the dots I wish you would, try some hoe sh** in the hood Be the n***a with a bat, till I split the wood Now they say Hitman, is darraigned in his mind I'm just a hard head n***a, throwing up gang signs Back in the days man, I use to slang dimes Now I floss fo' dot, sixes with mine And I never turn my back, on my n***as Hard heads till I die, representing mob figgas Mafia Joe Boy, my n***a Dee-Da-Wee Agg and C, can't forget Knock and QB holla [Dougie D] I'm throwed in the mind, and I'm whacking 'em off Keep my pistol co*ked by my side, ready to fire it off Dropping bombs on you son of a b**hes, like my name Sadaam Motherf**er fin know when I make it rain, look b**h it pours When you feel that you ready, bring it steady and heavy Motherf**ers gon have to k** me, before I'm gon let 'em Take me out for my money, b**h you trying my patience Trying to violate me, my nine'll start penetrating faces Penitentiary chances, looking over my shoulder In the kitchen burning down bricks, hot over the stover Since I'm constantly rising, how in the f** can I fall Motherf**ers playing with fire, I'm burning 'em all [Lil B] I'm going get ammunition, for n***as with competition So pay attention and listen, I'm busting at Expeditions Wishing for any hater-ation, my beam is what you facing Bust with no hesitation, at n***as that's imitation Ain't no procrastination, I'm quick to bust heads Lil B is leaving these tweety bird, n***as for dead Bust at my enemies, these n***as not kin to me Not even a friend to me, using my clip until it's empty Cause I'm a gangsta, you wa*ksta f** around and shank you I think you better move around, 'fore I treat you like a child and spank you Drop you pop you, with nothing but automatics of weapons When I start to let loose, boys be praying for protection [Lil C] Get 'em up get 'em up, early in the morning Crack of dawn and, I drunk a eight and I ain't yawning n***a be thinking they gon catch me sleeping, but they not So I keep a couple of Glocks, these boys need to stop Giving n***as head shots, and rocking they body And once you make us mad, it ain't no stopping nobody Everybody got shotty, Guerilla Maab the mob n***a some hard head n***as They gon k** us or feel us, so this how C do it (what) Uh-huh, f** 97-9 They ain't gotta play my sh** one time, and I'ma shine We started off underground, we'll take it back underground And take everything over, we got 'em loving our sound [Lil Sha] I'm with that Lil C, from the C-R's Hogg G-A-N-G, for L-I-F-E C ease up, n***as is all on our nuts Bandanas in the wrong pocket, so I'm all in they guts With a shank or a knife, cause I don't need a gun I tear a n***a's a** up, so I don't need to run Five deuce out of the C-side, I'll show you how a G ride You can't stand this jeep ride, cause you ain't even see live Falsified n***a, with a flag and some Chucks I grab the pistol grip pump, make it dump when I bust I hopped it and pancaked it, and hopped out mean mugging Walking up close, I hope you peeping this beam cuzin I blew his head in his lap, thanks to the Mack That I got from the Lac, put it to his head and opened it back Checking his pockets and hope for a stack, and hope to get back To the Lac and hope to get back down the streets, I'm back to the shack [Hook - 2x]