[talking:]

Didn't I tell you motherfuckers, (yeah you told em Ro)

I'ma get you if I owe ya, (now they running)

That's real talking straight up, Z-Ro the Crooked motherfucker

Know I'm tal'n bout (they know), T-R-A-E (kin folk)

No motherfucking game (none), keep a straight aim (guns)

And hanging brains (yeah), S.U.C. for life



[Trae:]

This one here is dedicated to the one, who put that slug in my car

I ain't forgot I promised I'd get ya, let's take it to war

Too many close encounters with death, back then it was funny

But now I got a son, and ain't nobody taking him from me

You better have bulletproof, on that red Lac that you swanging

Cause seventeen inside of my glock, about to leave niggaz stinking

I know where you hanging, and lately I've been feeling revenge

On the grounds of bitch niggaz, showing off with they friends

Fuck y'all I'm a gorilla, that'll mob for life

And any nigga running up on me, get scarred tonight

How would you call a A.B.N., whenever be necessary

Read in the flesh, I'm bout to get the click and these bitches scary

They don't want it with Trae, Ro, Boss and Jay'Ton

Lil' B, Dub-G and me be ready for Vietnam

Unloading the clip, on the next to talk shit

Lights out mask up, yelling out South Klique



[Z-Ro:]

You can ride with a hundred niggaz, when you out in the streets

That ain't enough, to keep you safe from me

Or you can live in a vest and a helmet, in the Penitentiary

That ain't enough, to keep you safe from me

I use to call you my nigga, now I replaced him out with bitch ass

Once you a hoe to Ro, you a bitch no longer roam the side of my blast

But in the front, if you give me all of my money bitch

Fuck a rich man's anthem, this that homeless and that hungry shit

I done cried so long, all my tears done dried up

Minus the revenge, get found murdered and tied up

Or seen slained with just a signal, Boss with the sawed off

And Jay'Ton waiting on the right moment, to blow they balls off

I ain't had a piece of pussy, like the nine I bust

So it's safe to say I'm pretending, everytime I fuck

Better remember that the trigga, got's no heart

If I was you, I would get my people out of the house it's getting dark



[talking:]

Your T. Jones, your uncle your Auntie, your grandma

Your grandaddy, with his dusty ass

All them hoes, gotta go nigga

You fucking with the Maab nigga

M double A-B for li' that's forever, ain't no hoe in our blood nigga

From the West to Pud nigga straight up, motherfuckers be burried

Ain't no love, for none of you hoe ass niggaz

P-A-spanage motherfuckers, strong enough for a man-ass niggaz

But guess what, got this damn thang in my hand nigga

What the fuck you gon do, with this bitch in your mouth nigga

Can you sing with it, can you pronounce a word with it

Na nigga, Z-Ro the Crooked Guerilla Maab nigga

Trae, Z-Ro my nigga Pot Belly in this bitch

No love for none of you niggaz, fuck y'all