Z-ro - Southside Can't Stop lyrics

(Hook) Southside, we bomb first, when we ride Swanging on elbows chopping on choppers that's right Cause we real, on a mission to get it can't stop Going platinum, everytime another tape drop (Z-Ro) It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked, busting heads strictly for cash Taking out contracts on hatas, with my beam and a mask You can run you can hide, but it ain't no escaping I'm a trend setter with a beretta, for real it ain't no faking I done showed up and I poured up then, I blowed up like yeast Diamonds slugs up on my teeth, hollerin' violence f** the peace Got a slug for these hatas, that's approaching me wrong Then I mash off in first cla** there ain't no coach in my zone Hydro weed to the dome, put up a rag to the chrome I'm kinda quick to click so get gone, or catch one to the dome Mo City Texas that's my home, but I can roam all over So much ghetto love, these cats gone get me full up I'm sober Real recognize real, and the fake gone fade away Use to selling d** to get that pay but God done mad a way For me to stack my ends, my paper, my moola, my feddy And caught this world by surprise, I knew you hoes wasn't ready (Hook - 2x) (Den Den) We be crooked than a b**h, catch me dead in the mix Shoot some dice start a fight, or scrambling for a lick Chasing my cheddar riding much wetter, we finally made it Breaking bread with the real ones, now the fake ones hate it I be bombing like a plane, engulfed by Mary Jane Hogging a lane like Deebo, bo'guard like Brother Man Gripping the grain, leaving a stain on the pavement and the mind Our b**hes in brail, so the block can read my rhymes Aniline all my hoes, till they knees on my foes Better prepare for the two piece, that's fin to touch your nose I'm boring no man, riding red, chopping fans Sliding through Mo Town, distributing contraband Slipping and sliding like a snake, stacking my feddy like a bank Moving slow like a tortoise, cause I'm tipsy from the drink Hitting the dank and I pa** it, roll on gla** and a casket So much god damn money in the South, it's drastic (Hook - 2x) (Z-Ro) Rolling over the competition, on a mission for the crown Ain't no obstacle gonna stop me, cause I'm knocking them all down Till I make it to the T-O-P, King of the Ghetto is who Ro be You better just back up or get smacked up, you fellas really don't know me A total stranger, man filled with anger Since busters always tripping, always keep one in the hole One deep is how I roll, just me and the calico Trying to beef with Z-Ro, you gotta go, you gotta go Mash the pedal to the floor, let the tommy gun go I ain't never had no love for a mark, is how it go Fortune and fame about to grow, 20 thousand for a show And it ain't no more regular weed, ain't nothing but do-do and that dro Ridgemont 4 is what I claim, blue and red but we don't bang I wear my color you wear your color, because it's all about that change I remain to stay the same, trunk full of bang screens rain I'm still a Ridgemont hardhead, leaning in n***as brain (Hook - 2x) (*talking*) Hoe a** n***a, feel that there, Southside S.U.C., Southsive for live, ain't no hate to the other side n***a we all shout for the third coast, feel that Z-Ro the Crooked n***a, Z-Ro the motherf**ing Mo City Don And it go down, and it don't stop cause it can't stop So therefor it won't stop, blades we gone chop When the laws hit the block, fences we gone hop Hitt the stash spot out for the glock f** the crooked cops, 2kAce in your motherf**ing face Z-Ro, feel that (feel that)