Z-ro - Under the Floor lyrics

(*talking*) Yo, Z-Ro the motherf**ing Crooked, 2K1 This is dedicated to all them ho a** n***as And then again, this is dedicated to all my real dogs We gon get them n***as, you feel me You weasel a** n***as, you snake in the gra** a** n***as Die slow n***a, feel the Z-Ro n***a [Z-Ro] Huh, I reminisce about the past time Me and Mafio in cla** putting together to get our hands down Destined to be a living legend, spitting game on tracks Now we popping it with the DJ Screw, they all want on wax Now who that man, who that talking down n***a look at what you did to me, I'm about to lose my mind I'm on a constant grind, trying to shine like that boy 2Pac Aggravated and I know I'm hated, so I roll with two Glocks Never hesitate to put one of these pussies in line Cause I'm tired of talking to my roll dogs, in the back of my mind Another day another murder, seeing another homie gone Got me paranoid bout kin folk, till I put something in they dome What was once a Christian, now I'll be living violently Retaliation for my n***as moving silently We S.U.C. Screwed Up Click, now boot up b**h I'm ready for war, bout to suit up b**h [Chorus - 2x] We sick of you b**hes putting our n***as under the floor So I came to let you know, we gon k** you hoes Fa sho, ten inch barrel 3-57 be busting, mean mugging They cussing busting, busting, busting [Z-Ro] Hey Mr. Fat to the Pat, how the f** they gon act Still living out your ghetto dreams, with hands on our strap Why the f** n***as be bombing on, ghetto rap stars Taking the lives of real g's, straight b**hes is what you are As a superstar, never be tricking my money on hoes Affiliated with pimps, pushers and basketball pros I never be going up my nose, and plus I stopped puffing sherm Automatic weapon up on my side, and aim as straight as a perm My brains dripping, my ruger ripping from missing my dogs That's why I'm s**ing up the rap game, cause I'm a hog Poetically inclined, and get on the corner and grind I'm about to let my light shine, cause the henchman got attention of homie Dying I'ma stop, drop, roll, on eighty fours Keep my finger on the trigger, cause I don't love you hoes So move around, all this tripping with yourself stressed out f** around and click and make Z-Ro, pull the black smith and wess out [Chorus - 2x] [Z-Ro] We all in, steady breaking these boys off again and again Pimping a pen, living in sin trying to get dividends Tired of being broke in this b**h, kicking it with DJ Screw Sipping drinking and smoking that sh** SS Impala blue over gray, my n***a didn't play DVD and a c.d. looking at the S.U.C. on T.V But now he's gone, he made me then he left me alone At least my n***a didn't get taken out by a shot to the dome I got the call on the phone, from Den-Den n***a your a** just taken, but first let me tell you about your kin We lost Eazy-E, P-A-C, B.I.G. and Big Pun That was a n***a that was close to me, man this thug life ain't no fun That's f**ed up, what a black November my true to life is outie Put a sadness on the world, cause the sun didn't shine It stayed cloudy for three days, tears running down my face like relays Z-Ro the Crooked, the ghetto rap star that he made [Chorus - 2x]