Rap-a-Lot Records - Melting the Crown Intro lyrics

[Verse 1: Z-RO] Uh, tell me whats going on We can't all have bricks Somebody gotta have a stone Tell the truth ya'll fellas just making songs How the f** you got a trap if you ain't even got a home They claiming they king a ruler They claiming they Big Meech How the f** is that When they people be nibbling while they eat We want all that, we want all this My n***a we gone get all these Name brand everything on my body We ain't f**ing with tall tees If I'm driving, we all driving If I'm f**ing, we all f**ing If I'm beefing, we all beefing So if I'm dumping, then we all dumping This my world and I'm king homie Got a kilo gram in my ring homie Im riding dirty but I'm clean homie Your b**h is stupid if she ain't up on me Want war or nothing I don't need a loan The TV screen is what you see me on Treble died getting my young geezy on 5-k's one n***as I leave alone Homie where that jag at The one that you was rapping bout And where 'em Louie bags at The ones you get them stacks up out I got all original The ones you was asking bout Can't see my sh** with a pair binoculars A telescope plus your gla**es out I ain't trying to hear it if it ain't about no bread Matter of fact if it ain't fifty thousand Ain't getting out of my bed, enough said Go to the shooting range for what I don't waste bullets on nothing They just for brains and guts Since I'm pimping homie You can rent an amazing s*ut Do whatever you want to do to that ho long as you pay the s*ut They say the blacker the berry Then the sweeter the juice But I'm from a street military I chop down trees at the root Ain't nothing sweet about this fruit You can take one bite of this and you dead n***as can be kin to me and f** over me I put a halo over your head Right after they give me dap like a motherf**er Now they wanna hit me with the strap like a motherf**er Murder me for just over a stack like a motherf**er Never face to face Its from the back like a motherf**er Wanna go to heaven but you're scared to die My wings spread eagle fashion I'm prepared to fly Whoever says Z-ro is not the truth they said a lie They got a lot to sh** to say Why not just say it right now Third ward everyday all in the bottom trying to find ya Tough talking turn to plea bargain And when I'm right behind ya Respect me and only got never respect a vagina You smelling like a p**y my n***a You need a douche I'm riding billy b**h you buy a sip or need a push I got a real trave paw I let you hustle out the bush Buying forty dollar wholesales you a motherf**ing smoker We laughing at you, you just a forty year old joker I'm screwed-up clique, South Park coalition And the k**er clan Not glorifyin' murder But I really know how it feel to k** a man But I don't wanna k** again But I won't hesitate to leave ya breathless Since they say Houston what that must make me Texas Mother f**ers wanna see me die Mother f**ers should have known by now (I'm un-mother f**ing-stoppable) I can't be stopped and they just don't know why Mother f**ers should have known by now (I'm un-mother f**ing-stoppable) Wonder why they can't get a piece of the pie Mother f**ers should have known by now (Im un-mother f**ing-stoppable) To tell the truth I'm just a hell of a guy Mother f**ers should have known by now (I'm un-mother f**ing-stoppable)