[Z-Ro]

They say he was flipping out till, losing control of his mind

Moving fast, in a world that ain't ready for the pace focussed on his grind

Who am I to test, Z-Ro I bet everybody in Ridgemont 4 know me

Feel what I say up under the evidence is still your homie

You must of forgot about the days until you be in 94

When it was 72 where partners sagging creases to find a hoe

Now they can't look me in the eyes, cause they might tell on theyself

About having something to do with trying to riddle my number one partner to death

You want to get even with me boy clear you can see me with a rap

But I'm about gangsta shit so bow before you see me with a strap

Cause I've been silent for so long, it's about time I broke the ice

Nobody want to box me why everybody want to pull a trigger to take a life

I'm down with crews cause everybody else is fake to me

Niggas with plex against me, they all cakes to me

And everybody want to be talking about they real and they got love

But motherfuckers don't love Z-Ro unless I got drink and I got bud so I got plex


(Chorus - 2x)

Who's next to plex you want to test

Better have your life right in the bottle of your vest

Cause I'm also stressed, sometimes I wonder if I'm plexed

Thinking hit me will I have to put my homies to rest, plex


[Z-Ro]

Regular candy in river rain, we came to deliver pain

One hitter quitters and eagle talons up in your liver man

I came to bring the pain, all the way from the south to the west

Every one of my bullets are looking residence so they gone house in your chest

A nigga done been through so much shit the last five years of my living

Now a days the bitches are realer than homeboys so here's to my women

But then again I'm all alone I don't depend on a soul

Independently made a million then I took my benz on a stroll

Now everytime I come around my partners treat me like strangers

Never thought it would come to this I got to keep one in the chamber

What makes real niggas turn into hoes and make niggas go fraud

When it comes to me whether rapping them off to see this nigga go hard

Now everytime I come around my partners treat me like strangers

Never thought it would come to this I got to keep one in the chamber

What makes real niggas turn into hoes and make niggas go fraud

When it comes to me whether rapping the gangsta shit this nigga goes hard, plex


(Chorus - 4x)

Plex, time to have plex

Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech


[Z-Ro]

Rolling by my motherfucking self you don't want to plex my friend

Fuck around with me and you might never breathe a breath again

Cause a nigga might shoot you in a place where it takes longer to die

And you know what they say no pain no gain

I guess you fin to gain your heavenly high

Marcus I see you when you shoved that pistol up in his nose

Pulling the trigger my nigga blood was dripping all out on his clothes 

Do you think that I'm suppose to sit back and charge it to the game

That's why your baby mama house went up in flames you know my name

I wish I would of been strapped cause my partner would of still been alive

I would of ran up on your ass and I would of dumped and you would of died

Since a nigga can't change the past I'ma knock your ass up out of the future 

I use to be down to dump side by side with you but you forced me to shoot you

Too many of these boys be bulletproof, that's why they like to compete

But run your badass over Ridgemont you be dead before you get to Ridgecrete

You think it's a game, but I've been working on a straight aim I'm ready to kill

If I can't get to myself when you want to get leid by set of bitch got skills


(Chorus - 2x)

Plex, time to have plex

Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech

Cause I'm also stressed, sometimes I wonder if I'm blessed

Thinking deeply will I have to put my homies to rest


(Chorus - 4x)

Plex, time to have plex

Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech