[Z-Ro talking]

Z-Ro, the motherfucking Mo City don

Sending this out to Ron fuck you

Like my nigga mafiosos, you feel me

Fuck all of y'all man, it go down

S.U.C. for life, R.I.P. Robert Davis

A.k.a Dj Screw this for you my nigga

Yeah this for you


[Z-Ro]

Everybody know me I'm the number one head buster

With a 4 pound glock ready to make the lead touch you

Cause I shine like a 75 watt light bulb

And if you cross over the line, then I might strike you

I'm going grey, even though a nigga ball everyday

Covered in ice, but ice can't take my problems away

But it sure feel good to know that I can blow twenties

Z-Ro a money making machine dollars no pennies

Nigga please, it's me and my niggas my fucking g's

R.I.P. to Robert Davis on a fresh set of 3's

S.U.C. to the finish I'm going out with my men

With a grenade in my hand I'm comig out with the pin

It'll never be another Screw, kill that drama

That was a man not the music, you can ask his mama

I'ma mourn you, till I join you, up in heaven

Mean while, I'm retarded with this ak47 and uh


[Chorus - 2x]

R.I.P., I be forever repping S.U.C.

Until a nigga get to the tenth time

Mash on the gas and I won't stop, baby


[Z-Ro]

What you know about the dirty south, the dirty fucking third

Nigga fuck what you heard, D.P. on the corner rock for rocking a bird

Here we had it pimping in Cheves and Testerosas

Ro you only got two choices roll with us or get rolled over

Giving a cold shoulder to them 5-O

No liscense plate no registration smoking pino

My nigga we some boss hogs one car taking up all four lanes

Come at me wrong, I'ma have you taking off all your vains

No plexing in Houston Texas got to the green leaving you breathless

Ak'd up your chest nothing but a memory about breakfast

So break fast, with your frosted and fake ass

This ain't the boot nigga this H-Town we'll take your cash

Niggas come against me, but get they ass out

Seem like when I cut on the lights all the roaches scat

And then I let go, because these haters in the way

I'm trying to get stacks taller than Antou Sensi


[Chorus - 2x]


[Z-Ro]

24/7 a nigga be out on the cut

Don't got to hustle no more, but I just can't give it up

Dropping niggas where they standing, with my man tanning

You don't want to box a geurilla these hands steady be landing over and over

Breaking up your gaurd, nigga fuck what you've been going thorugh

Cause you's about to take it up with god

Not a violent nigga, I'm a silent nigga

But if you push my button I'll pull my ultra violet nigga

And watch you shrivel up like salt to a snail

Better keep it under your breath

if you beefing I read these bitch niggas like braile

I'm a soldier, and I'm united by the cash

Feeling to move on because I've been indicted by the tash

But I ain't gone run from it, I'ma ball in public

When they run up on me pull my strap and ask them how they love it

Kamakaze on you son of a bitches, I'm signing off

Mean while I'm still in the trunk, knocking the lining off and uh


[Chorus - 2x]


[Z-Ro talking]

First and Foremost, Z-Ro the crooked, what's up

Hollering at all my real niggas, like I always do 

Feel me, R.I.P. Dj Screw, feel me

To all you fake ass niggas holding plex

Hold this dick in your mouth, know I'm saying

All that riff-raff, all you sherry temple ass niggas

Y'all gone feel me, 2k2, I don't give a fuck where you at

I don't give a fuck where you from, know I'm saying

Better get back nigga, H-Town on lock