[Z-Ro]

It's a bunch of niggas upset with me, cause I don't visit no mo'

They think that I'm capping, but I'm just cuz I'm in a fo' do'

Fully loaded Chrysler 300, sitting on grown men

Plus I'm covered by VS-1 diamonds, from pimping my pen

I could remember when, they use to laugh at me in class

Cause of my eyes are incursion, corduroy britches man that's all I had

Cause of my bifocal glasses, they use to call me fo' eyes

And egg-head but now I'm a grown gangsta, receiving FED bread

Ain't no telling what I'ma do, if somebody test me

I'ma yell in town by motherfuckers, your best bet is not to sweat me

On the edge sit on the edge of the bed, with a infrared in my paw

It's time to pay back everybody I owe, if you scared call the law

Cause I ain't gon never stop, coming after your coward ass

Run up on you at the intersection, bitch I'm bout to blast

All you rappers, dissing Z-Ro in your songs

Bitch I'ma for real life head bust, I'm coming to see you fuck a song


[Z-Ro]

Now I don't owe nobody nothing, but lately niggas and bitches

Been attempting to get close to me, flipping the access to my riches

But can't you see this tattoo on my arm, say one deep

That mean it's nobody with me, when I'm 'woke or when I'm sleep

I ain't never been the type, to hang with a lot of niggas

Plus my attitude is rude, so I'ma be done shot a nigga

Please let me keep my cool, until I get paid

Then it be fucked up if I miss my chance, at a million in my grave

I'm the king of the ghetto, because I'm still here

You can purchase drugs or pussy, or you can get killed here

City streets, they'll eat you alive if you ain't got no street sense

You better call an audible, 'fore you meet up with the defense

The jackers the killas, the crooked ass cops

I refuse to become a statistic, bro I got my glock

So before you run up on me homie, for an autograph

Please don't do nothing suspicious, I'm trigga happy and I might blast