[Z-Ro]

Nigga you ain't my partna, but you never been

Just wanted to get in the club, free you little low yellow bitch

You ain't never been real, but it's evident

You be looking to get your chest blown (boo-ya)

Or are you use to walking the hallways

Of your home, with a vest on

Talking you come real, with the black steal

But you ain't never seen no glock

That's why Grady, checked your ass up out your hat

Cause you never lived on our block

But niggas be going off at the mouth

And I'm so sick of these hoes acting shife

Nigga really fin to lose, more than your teeth

Fuck around and be looking for your life

Cause I'm the nigga that showed you love

It's best you keep your distance from me

Even though we once was throwing up the same sign

I'll put your bitch ass to sleep, remember

I started the click you claim

And you wanted to trip when I left

Trying to catch me slipping in the truck on the titty

You niggas to put one scar on my chest

And a nigga would try to erase me, and that's a fact

But if I gotta go, really I'ma be

God damned, if my trigga finger, isn't pulling back

Even if they fuck around and murder me, for the the thangs I spoke on

I'm gonna be in the depths of hell, hollin' out fuck you as I smoke on


[Hook]

This is dedicated to you, dear bitch

This is dedicated to the coward niggas of your click

Welcome to my world, I'll show you pain you never seen it

Slapping patches out of niggas, and I mean it, remember


[Chris Ward]

I know you smile in my face, full of jealousy and anger

But the minute I turn my back, I know you shoot me the finger

Whether you wanted to be my friend or foe, I know you ain't like me

But when I refused to sign your contract, niggas started to call me shiesty

But now one one of you niggas would fight me, even if you was jumping me

You won't be to the end, I take your life and crumble your company

When you first started off, I did all of your production for free

But for the show date, you got everybody in the club except me

What kind of hoe could you be, a bitch to the third degree

That's why me and 3, ran up in your crib

And wouldn't play, let you live

If it wasn't for your cousin, cause for him I got love

But Midas please quit fucking with them scrub ass

Never show love ass, selling fake drug ass

Fin to catch a slug ass niggas, and I bet I be the one behind the trigga

Fin to put you in the dirt, till you get hurt, fucking around with the Network

Deserve a motherfucking slug in the chamber

And when I blast I'm screaming


[Hook - 2x]


[Z-Ro]

When I be played up in my back, but in my face or ear to ear

You must of heard of all the murders that we doing here

Cause I could smell your fear

And watch you coming, you can't fuck with a nigga from bud

I'll leave laying on your back, with your body wide open

Choking on your blood, I signed a contract that was about a year long

But now its expired, how the hell you gon get some points off my song

Bitch made nigga, show yo' face, even yo' nephew as well

Fuck around and pistol play with me, and you won't live to tell

Oh well, all I could say is I told you so

Should of stuck with a bench nigga like me, just got plex

You can't take it, talking bout what your pistol gon do to my chest

Hold that down, you don't wanna fuck around, I'm quick to pull chrome

But I'm more than words, up under your breath

And run tell chickens what's going on

Don't make me murder you nigga, you looking for me here I stand

About six feet even, cocked and meant built twin glocks in my hand

And to the niggas, that pulling the triggas on niggas like me

Sho' nuff gon stall, but I'm ready for the match

That's killing one more, one fall I'm killing on y'all

Nigga, let's get ready to rumble


[Hook - 6x]