Z-ro - Ain't Havin None Of That Bullsh** lyrics

(Z-Ro) I ain't having none of that riff-raff, so act like you know that I ain't friendly Treat everybody I come across, like they wanna put something in me Like some lead, or if I'm moving weight they might set me up with the FEDs But to a boy done shed, I'm one deep trying to get bread And I'm one deep when I bust heads, cause I'm not gonna tell on me When a snitch be rolling with you, you headed to felony I ain't ready to do 85 percent, of nobody's time So I keep's it gangsta when I'm boss hogging, and solo when I grind A-R 1-5, AK-56 plus one It's multiple homicide, if I happen to touch one You n***az gon learn, or you n***az are gon burn It get hotter than lava, when it come down to the dolla And I gotta have it, by any means necessary Guaranteed to see a million, before the cemetery So I keep on watching, and my 4-4 keep on co*king If my folks keep on droppin, B-O double P-E-R's keep on boppin I ain't stoppin (Hook) We ain't, having none of that bullsh** Represent till I die Hiram-Clarke, Mo City my hood b**h Get out of dodge, cause we ain't no play thang See me and (Lil Head n***a) keeping it gangsta, all day mayn (Lil Head) In my life I keep it gangsta, all day In my life, I could peep a wa*ksta a mile away In my life, I trust me and nobody else That's why I walk around with a nine, tucked in my belt Don't let the small size fool you, try to play me for weak Cause I pull this four pound bar, and blaze at your beat You got n***az I got n***az, but my n***az the best See my n***az all my n***az, is guerillas with techs Lil Head the 4"3' giant, respect my name In order to live a longer life, you gotta respect the game Now listen mayn, I'm trying to tell you some' for your own good See I'm the type of n***a, have you bailing out your own hood I'm a General a Sergeant, no need to start this Rumble in the field with a lion, cause I'm raw b**h I'm raw regardless, whether it's four to one Cause the pop from the glock, I know it's gonna go through one (Hook) (Z-Ro) I'm not your kin folk, so I suggest you get out of dodge 1-25 road raging, ready to get out and squab Too many problems in my life, I just can't handle the stress n***az be trying to k** me, damn near dismantling my vest But I can take it, cause I dish it out, you got your gun I got my gun and I'm busting, before you get a chance to whoop it out A soldier, folding up a motherf**er what he need for me Either with a gun or with a fist, anyway it go I'm still gon fold him What you thought I was, a fraud a hoe a punk Don't make me make you say oh Lord, shut the f** up I handle my bidness, and then I move around in the night So much codeine, it feel like I got a pound of the Sprite So keep my temper calm, collective and cool Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes To keep my temper calm, collective and cool Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes (Hook)