Z-ro - 25 Lighters lyrics

Hold up Z-Ro the crooked aka king of the ghetto Screwed Up Click soldier for life Know what I'm talking about Mo-City stand up in this muthaf**a Know what I'm saying My n***a gardy in this b**h, what's up my n***a Huh, Side Out, that boy Harlem done touch ground Hold up man, know what I'm saying redmofo for life Redmond ridas n***a redmond hard heads Huh, ya'll feel me man, rest in peace to that n***a Goudy That n***a LL man know what I'm saying sh** man it's f** up man Rest in peace to to that n***a E-mar We going to hold it down you know what I'm talking about And that's Real Talk 25 Lighters on my dresser yes sir Got a bad black b**h that drives a black Kompressor You know I'm smoking on that herb Every damn day just to calm my damn nerves Screwed Up Click ain't never going to switch n***a build a ditch for a muf**ing snitch Talking to the laws given up info Catch me at the pad black lamp im smoking indo Sipping on drank on a whole liter This for n***a moe I got a nine millimeter And a 4-5 I'm a keep it live Do it in 08' like in 95' That was the year I made it clear Wreckin on the microphone to get away from here I'm reppin' for the south with diamonds in my mouth And diamonds on my hands and diamonds in my house Shining so bright Even in the night Smoking on kush what the f** is top flight I'm only on the good b**h I wish you would Keeping it all world ya'll keeping it all hood Trying to get paper pull another caper Man my house is swoah something like Tony Drapper Got to get my mill from my record sell This time last year I was in a jail cell Waiting for commissary waiting on mail call Man I can't wait till I get free cause I'm a ball Put it in they face free my partner Grace What's up to that Loc what's craccin cuzz I'm straight lase What's up to that Pokey What's up to that Woldy Always kept it real never act like they ain't know me Soldier Boy love Z-Ro is who I am Back in the days signed with that x band Me in effect in that Street Military R I P Malik in they left ya in the cemetery But it ain't over chip on my shoulder Catch me brand new candy blue range rover Rollin to the end my skin is my sin And like LiL KeKe say it never will ever end Gots to keep flowing I'm a keep it going Back in 92' I probably could kick your door in n***a lay it down lay it down you hoes lay it down I reppin' for the South Side of that H-Town Screwed Up Click until it's over with AK with catch bag on my shoulder b**h You will die f**ing with that Ro He ain't never been a b**h he ain't never been no hoe Don't know how to be a broad don't know how to be a mark I cut the bubbles on cause it just turn dark Mashing on the gas pocket full of cash Looking for a yellow bone b**h with big a** I ain't disrespecting just telling the truth Ya'll know how I do it when I gets up in the booth I'm a go hard til I chip my f**ing tooth In a flying spur tha fo'do' or a coupe Yeah I get my paper yeah I get my bread I don't give a damn what you b**h n***as done said Talking down on me cause I'm a get my spread I ain't tripping I'm in the kitchen whipping up a batch Batch of them pies for all the time guys Watching out for the FED they be in disguise Looking like G looking like ballas Looking like true money making shot callas But them boys laws yeah that's them folks I ain't tripping cause I know it's hot on postoak Back in the day I had a pocket full of rocks 24/7 365 around the clock I'm tryna to get paid stacking up my paper I hit a lick then it's time for me to lay low In front of my screen on 360 playing Halo Hoes'll drop like it's hot when ever I say so Cause I'm the man diamond on my hand Got big ba** in the back of the blue van It's blue over gold the story been told Benjamin franklin and andrew jaccson in my billfold My flow is real cold I ain't never been wack And thanks to Bun-B and Pimp-C I got two gold plaques They hanging on my wall pimp I miss you dog Bun-B ride for that boy and make me proud Do it for the south and do it for the Hawk And who ever don't like it keep my dick up in they mouth I'm Screwed Up Click til they lay me in my casket I ride around Houston with that plastic Hand on my steel wood grain wheel You can buy a Denali with the diamond on my grill You can buy an apartment wit the diamonds on my wrist And can't nobody do it like me cause I do it like this Aint never had love fa this All I'm trying to really do is get rich Trying to get my f**ing bread baby Ride in mercedes I know a n***a hate me But I don't give a damn nah I don't give a f** Riding on draped up 26's on my truck Hell yeah b**h u kno they large Got three foreign cars in my garage I never sabotage my f**ing career Had to make it clear and I shed another tear But n***a I'm real bumper and the grill When I do my music it's the music you can feel Cause I'm just a G riding one deep And every time I ride I ride with gun on seat Watching out for jackers cause I know they scoping Trying to leave a real n***as head wide open Fa these damn swangas cause they ain't clacking I'm rolling on 20 inch 4's b**h what happening Looking so fly I don't smoke fry Got to be a G till the day that I die That's my big homie boy thats Lil Ke Boy you know I love you mane it's you and me In this damn thing we going to do it for the screw And do it for the south and I'm a do it for you And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C. Screwed Up Click until I D I E n***a don't get me crunk watch me pop trunk Smoking on kush ain't never say skunk Man I'm so throwed caught me in the zone I don't give a f** about you calling on my phone I f**s with the stripper versace on my zipper This the n***a Ro a taper fade with the clipper I brought my partner for my partner Paul About to make a million dollars and buy the whole mall Call that b**h Ro-Town and it's gonna go down A couple of day from now I got a show in your town And I'm a get paid and I'm a get laid And every car I drive, candy paint going to get sprayed On the doors n***a and on the side dog And I ain't scared I got jesus on my side dog Hit the church house and then go work out And after that you it's time to pull the purp out And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one Now I'm out of my mind that's what that smoke done But I'm a maintain still in the same game But only thing ain't making the same change I getting paid boy you better believe that A grammy on my shelf I'm gon achieve that Cause I can do it n***a even tho you say I can't But I don't give a f** about ya'll I'm about my bank I hope you feel that b**h look at you If I peel ya wig back ain't nobody going to be missing you You a hoe n***a not a role n***a Cause Z-Ro make more doe n***a More verses more mixtapes more shows n***a And I ain't ever at home I'm on the rode n***a I'm chasing fedi baby ya'll ain't ready baby Yeah I'm hemi like a motherf**ing chevy baby Or like a ford I'm built ford tough Blowing on that real real purple purple stuff I'm talking about that good got it from my man tho Watch me come down with my pistol in my hand hoe Don't run up on me if you don't want to get shot I'm a grab my remote and give it all that I got Hold up man hold up man ya better bring that b**h bacc