[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 niggaz gon learn, or you niggaz 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 cocking

If my folks keep on droppin, B-O double P-E-R's keep on boppin I ain't stoppin


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We ain't, having none of that bullshit

Represent till I die Hiram-Clarke, Mo City my hood bitch

Get out of dodge, cause we ain't no play thang

See me and (Lil Head nigga) keeping it gangsta, all day mayn


[Lil Head]

In my life I keep it gangsta, all day

In my life, I could peep a wanksta 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 niggaz I got niggaz, but my niggaz the best

See my niggaz all my niggaz, 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 nigga, 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 bitch

I'm raw regardless, whether it's four to one

Cause the pop from the glock, I know it's gonna go through one


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[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

Niggaz be trying to kill 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 motherfucker 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 fuck 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


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