|
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 |