Say Mike Dean, dig these blues.. 



[Z-Ro:] 

Here I go again, running off at the mouth about busters 

Motherfuckers just mad at me, cause they diamonds ain't up in clusters 

Too many times I done paid my dues, giving a damn still paying 'em fool 

Could it be the reason I'm so cold in the rap game, this motherfucking pain 

I'm screaming Jesus, I need a better way of life 

Cause at the rate I travel now, I can't decipher day from night 

Still the King of the Ghetto, the ghetto is where I lay my head at 

Evade FED's at, and break bread at 

These son of my bitches got a nigga fucked up, my attitude is already rude 

And too many people make me paranoid, so I wet a bitch and I wet a dude 

Straight like that I don't give a damn, I'm gangstafied from Toderhead enough said 

Flipping in a gangsta ride and when it get gangsta, a gangsta will bust heads 

It's in my blood I'm a mo'fucking thug, even though I know better 

My only love is for my guerillas, and for the cheddar 

So all you mark ass niggaz, get the fuck up out of dodge 

Get your life right with God, then if you want war let's go to war 



[Z-Ro:] 

It be a bunch of drama, on my block 

My partna accidently shot his mama, on my block 

Trying to survive in the land of the lost, hoping I could at least find me 

Cause back in high school, ain't nan one of my teacher reached me 

I wan't cutting up in class, I had money on my mind 

Visualizing a motherfucking come up, ready to get up and grind 

Chasing paper like a motherfucker, me and buddy Ro 

Moving ounce after ounce, after ounce of that yayo 

Making money what I love to do, but my freedom is pending 

And if I get caught slipping, my freedom is ending nigga I'm playing it safe 

One hundreds and fifties, and twenties and tens and fives 

And ones up in my safe, 3-57 and a 4-0 

And a 4-4 up in my waist, a maniac 

Trigga happy, and don't give a fuck what I be aiming at 

Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that 

(Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that) 



[Z-Ro:] 

My niggaz be killing eachother, behind these busted bitches 

I would rather be spending my time in a drop top, something live on switches 

With a sack of that shit, so I can calm my nerves down 

Dealing with bitch nigga after bitch nigga, I'm ready to release rounds 

Out of the mini-one form I shoot till it's over with, ain't nobody gon stood up 

Another one bites the dust I'm throwing that P.U.D. up, nigga what 

I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die, the cause for my life 

The reason I'm anti-social, and built a wall around my life 

Ain't nobody with me, Z-Ro the Crooked in the flesh 

Mo City Texas ain't no fashion show, niggaz come to give me death 

It'll be a battleground, with nothing but dead enemies or myself 

Cause when I be clicking, I be feeling a strange energy within myself 

I never be giving a damn about it, because it be feeling so live 

And if I be doing that there, don't fuck with me and take me out of my vibe nigga 

Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-fo' 

Never gonna let the game go, fa sho