[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