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[Z-Ro]

Too many niggas be trying to take me off of my game

They see me balling, so they wanna take me off of my change

Ain't that a bitch, these broke ass niggas be creeping my pocket

But I'm a soldier y'all can't catch me without my pistol

And ain't no pac in the back, run up on me I'm dropping you flat

My nigga fall behind the trigger, he don't how to act

Better tall your niggas to chill, while we go round for round

Cause if they trip in Ridgemont dumping, y'all ain't gon be around

Now kick it with your people, and see you cheer and grow up

Cause when you fuck with hard head niggas, your body get dumped

Three or four counties away, up in a open field

On my way back to Mo City, I'm steady smoking kill

So when you see me out in public, don't you come at me wrong

Disrespect me if you want, hoe I'ma slug at your dome

Be damned if I miss, but I'm too cool don't trick yourself bitch

Sipping ball, take this bodybag and zip yourself bitch


[Chorus]

Just cause you see me out in public, trying to keep my cool

Don't mean, that I ain't a damn fool, I'm a guerilla for real

Ain't nothing studio about me, bitch you bout to get killed

Cheifing on doja trying to chill, haters fuck up my moves

God damn that's another dead fool, I'm a guerilla for real

Ain't nothing studio about me, bitch you bout to get killed


[Puff]

I'm a guerilla for real, let's roll back to being glad

When I be riding round trying to jack, cause I got pistols in my lap

And I'm ready to unload, giving it everything I got

From Rugas to Calicoes, even Snug-Nose Glocks

So when you see me riding, nigga don't try to flag me down

Cause when I'm in your face your smiling, when I turn my back you frown

So fuck you niggas, I'm already chilling with enough of niggas

Problems with a couple niggas, don't make me have to bust you niggas

Ridgemont till the day I die, visit or deal with it

I'm making a mill with it, Puff and Z-Ro trying to get it

Cause everyday, all day bitch having blocks steady be pumping

I got the weed, Ro got the drank and bitch and it be dumping

So bitch quit all of your bumping, and come all out of your ice

Trying to jack a nigga like me, you be coming off all of your life

Just because you see me flipping and sipping, smoking on bud

I ain't off no, I got a sawed-off with a barrel full of slugs


[Chorus]


[Z-Ro]

Everytime I pop a pill, I be full of that bar

Hoochies be all up on a nigga, bitch I ain't a star

I'm from the ghetto like you come from, probably lived in

My life ain't straight and narrow man, I'm barely dodging prison

Ain't you barely dodging it too, ain't you bout your paper too

Don't glorify me, I do the same shit y'all niggas do

Not trying to be mean my nigga, my temper just bad

It's Z-Ro versus the world in my mind, I'm going had

Losing my grip sawed-off bitch, come ride with me

You think I roll cause when you bust us, you can't ride with me

I might get pulled over by the badges, ain't no more room

Too many circles in my secret stashes

Riding 35 tears from 30, and still acting like I ain't got

Running with less fortunates and have-nots

It's on my face, no smiles, no frowns, no ups, just downs

I pull a piece but I shut it down, nothing but rounds


[Chorus - 2x]