Z-ro - Betta Watch lyrics

[Hook: Tonka] Better watch your feddy mayn, better watch your back mayn Better wear your vest to protect your chest, so protect your brain mayn Better watch your slab mayn, better watch your gal mayn Better watch your partna's partnas, and some of they partnas mayn [Lyrical 187:] I got a letter from the President yesterday, guess what he had to say It seem like somebody, been talking a lot Trying to pull the big guns out put em in they mouth, show em that we don't play boy Round here we bleed the block syrup and pop rocks, hoes in the club jump around and bunny hop Presidential boys 187 it don't stop, we can turn the lights out turn this b**h out I'm what you mo'f**ers been waiting for, like the messiah coming back for more But this time I got the tools with, and my starters off the bench And you know, we plan to run the score f** y'all n***az that hate my n***az, you can get the dick and the nuts and the trigga Say it again, you can get a dick and a nuts and the trigga and a shank to the liver Dirty Southside Houston Texas, Hiram-Clarke and Ivas baby Via 3rd Ward, 5th Ward, South Park, Trinity Gardens, Greenspoint and Poke Island Look at all these playas around me, thug n***az hustlers ballers and G's My n***az in the hood with wood grain, stable Cadillacs make you fall to your knees My b**hes in the club with love for young thugs, that love for young girls That be f**ing em in the club, will make twenties take em and make em aware Introduce em, to the best of both worlds Ain't nothing wrong with going home with, two or three lil' mamas at three in the morning Waking up cooking eggs and yawning, dipping in the stash spots and do-do calling [Hook x2] [Mussilini:] Slow motion is how we tip, when we feeling the groove Bust bout nine nuts last night, and still in the mood Young ignant dude, never hesitating to make more than I already got Don't trip you already shot, might stand on the cutters when I flip in the drop No probation'll ever stop me, cause by God I'm blessed Got mo' jacksons than Pesci, mo' gra** than the Fertile Crescent Stay on note, and stay receiving mo' Wayans than Keenan The lyrical semen, born in the morning die in the evening Already colder than colder, still a damn thang holder Might uh come and clear out your block, like a wet up Iraqi soldier Jay freed it and ery'thang, bling-bling on e'ry ring Piece and chain hang down, to my god damn shoe strings I'm with that Lyrical 1-8-siete, and the awesome vete Deuce shooter co*king a nueve, and myself alvete I'm el soldado, no problem when I pop collars all about dollars Mo' violence in Impalas we be top notch scholars, leaning with rotweilers breeded ballers I think I'm losing my mind sometimes, laws hating rent pa** due And I can't find no pine, right now I don't mind dying So I'm the worst cat to be around, get to tripping my hands twitching Everytime I see a gun, (see a gun) So ya better watch your feddy mayn, better watch your back mayn Better be on note, cause these young folks is always strapped mayn Better watch your feddy mayn, better watch your back mayn Better be on note, cause these young folks pack K's in Lacs mayn [Hook x2] [Lyrical 187:] Strapped and ready for drama, lil' mama think she got a fool for the dollar I tell her b**h please, scream I could make you holla If I pull up a semicon, and toss up a bottle of gin Straight out the bar, and invite a few friends n***az that don't mind dying, n***az don't bar Taking your life away, drinking the night away Put the weed down, give the laws the right-away f** you b**h n***az, did I say it the right way Just might see me, rolling down the highway Real country n***az, might call it a by-way Sitting sideways, in a big-big body Rolling solo, but I got my shotty I don't really, wanna hurt nobody I'm lying, if it goes down I'm k**ing everybody Then back to the H-Town, rolling up blunts Puffing on the highway, bang in the trunk Blazing the skunk, drank in the cup Southside n***az, on purple stuff I already know, you done heard enough 1-8-7, quick to call your bluff Them Presidential boys, banging it rough Y'all know, y'all can't f** with us Like banging a neon, into a bus You ain't know, that's f**ed up You better make sure, your vest strapped up You better make sure, that safety work You better make sure, when the laws come You don't know that was, that put your nuts in the dirt In the meanwhile, keep your head down When I come around, keep your mouth closed till I'm gone Better yet, move around b**h n***az Cause I'm tried of talking bout y'all, in this song [Hook x2]