| Son of a bitches got my name in they mouth | |
| I knock they woman down and leave my drawers at they house [Z-Ro] | |
| Better not run up on | |
| Big Moe, leave that boy alone [Big Moe] | |
| Stankin and swinging on niggas like | |
| I was Roy | |
| Jones Motorola, benjamin folder, slab holder | |
| Crushing these mother****ers bout the size of a polar | |
| Bear, I swear, you better beware | |
| I'ma let it go leaving bout spots in your hair | |
| Life is hard but it's fare ain't nothing for free | |
| Get off my balls you niggas ain't taking nothing from me | |
| Cause I done mashed, for my cash | |
| And if I got to go now | |
| I get down and mash | |
| I'm still gangsta man, you better feel that, ain't nobody | |
| Wrecking the shop where nigga kill at get your wig peeled back | |
| M, my inventions, stay out of mine | |
| Have you limping, to a crawl you out of time [Chorus: Z-Ro] | |
| H-Town streets it be too hot, get your glock | |
| It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot | |
| D-Town streets shermed out soldiers on the block | |
| It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock | |
| Little Rock streets it be too hot, get your glock | |
| It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot | |
| Louisana streets shermed out soldiers on the block | |
| It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock [Z-Ro] | |
| I'm a Mo City soldier and | |
| I'ma be quick to give my pistol a cock | |
| When I be dumping on son of a bitches bout a regular lot | |
| Don't come around here with no plex, **** around | |
| And pull out the jaws of life and snatch your dome smooth off your neck | |
| To my people when | |
| I call collect my fond money under my bed | |
| And I'ma jump on when | |
| I touch down and keep bringing it to they head | |
| Hell naw I ain't never been scared, a bit of thing inside myself | |
| Cause I might accidentally bust me out these guns on myself | |
| Being the king of the | |
| Killa Klan and | |
| Disco Dan and from the | |
| Tre May a slug hit you spit your **** miss and your uh reefer done | |
| J Blue and gray or red and black ain't no set tripping cause we down | |
| Leaving a trail of bloody murders through your city and through your town | |
| Who would you run to, would you light up like a woman or pull a gun fool | |
| And on top of decision making we ain't having none of that riff-raff | |
| **** around and open you up just like a big slash [Chorus] | |
| Chi-Town streets it be too hot, get your glock | |
| It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot | |
| New York streets shermed out soldiers on the block | |
| It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock ? streets it be too hot, get your glock | |
| It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot | |
| Florida streets, shermed out soldiers on the block | |
| It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock [Dirty &] | |
| We got bars and stripes, boy and sprites | |
| Polite on mics the type of cats that keep boys on pipe | |
| With they jaws on extra tight, and they extra hype | |
| Full of that shit to make us and they drawers ignite | |
| And we gone fatten the fire, fuel and flames | |
| Get them brains, leaving gangsta we off the chain | |
| Who run trains till they off the track, wolfpack | |
| Up in Playboy mansion | |
| I have all these bunnies back | |
| We got money stacks, homes and lacs | |
| Farms and gats for any ?tom dick hairy and jack? | |
| Who want to know where our hearts be at, come hear the | |
| Clickity clack, rock-a-bye baby baby, back back | |
| We can do it like this and we can do it like that | |
| Crack your hands high here's your skull cap to hoes | |
| Snap a photo for your folks and close your favorite pack of smokes | |
| Cheater, we ain't no joke it's cut throat style we won't stop [Chorus] | |
| Memphis streets it be too hot, get your glock | |
| It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot | |
| L.A. streets shermed out soldiers on the block | |
| It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock | |
| Detroit streets it be too hot, get your glock | |
| It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot | |
| Dirty Third streets shermed out soldiers on the block | |
| It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock |
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