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[Z-Ro:] If somebody got a problem with me, come & address it |
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If the shoe fits it then walk in it |
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I'm talkin' to |
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Texas See |
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I'm from a section where we kid each other for practice |
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So I keep grenades & a chopper right under my mattress |
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Please don't let the gold & the diamonds fool you |
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I promise it's nothin' for your family to lose you |
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It's just when you speak to me watch your tone, call the chief on the phone |
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Bring the beef to your home, make you sleep under some stones |
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Z-Ro the Crooked, but you ******s already know my name mayne |
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Know you'd love to catch me slippin' in the turnin' lane mayne |
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****** a rap tuck my strap right in back of my bridges |
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I'm just rappin' to pay my lawyer for creatin' a witness |
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I done smoked somebody before' & smokin's a bad habit |
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They say it always take you to your casket, but ****** death ' |
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Cause I ain't scared, ****** |
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I'm ready to fly |
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But until |
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I go I'm a murk ******s & get my fetti right now. [Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2] |
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I'm A Soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster |
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Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer |
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But I'm a keep on thuggin' like |
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I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta. [Z-Ro:] |
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Look at the conditions |
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I was livin' in, |
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I didn't have a clear vision then |
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I needed ends 'cause there was no residence for me to sleep in |
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****** the streets raised me, man they played me sometime |
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But a real ****** regroup relax & take this back on his grind |
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I was gifted with a sick grip game & it stick to the spoon |
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Plus I'm gifted at spittin' make my vocals click to a tune |
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****** I'm schizophrenic, |
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I probably won't stick to this mood |
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Hope I don't lose it 'fore |
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I have to bring this brick to this dude |
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I heard some ******s got something to say 'about me back in the hood |
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Can't be Mo' |
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City 'cause everyday |
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I'll be back in the hood |
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And we can scrap or we can take it to the straps in the hood |
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You get your stuff or be murdered & won't be back in the hood |
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Same way I stack the republic |
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I'm just like that in the hood |
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Bring to you a hat in public or a hat in the hood |
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******s say |
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Rap-A-Lot ain't payin' me like |
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I ain't got nuttin' |
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If 6 figures is bein' bent over, |
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I'm lovin' the ******'. [Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2] |
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I'm A Soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster |
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Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer |
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But I'm a keep on thuggin like |
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I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta. [Z-Ro:] |
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All you ******s that talk down, just might get walked down |
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Become another statistic & down these war grounds |
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****** pull up your hands, just look at each other |
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But guaranteed to beat up a ****** he gon' wanna make me suffer |
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So I shoot first, look at his head burst, bleedin' |
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Exit to dig a ditch that's even, give me the reason |
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Promise I've been lookin' to get some stress off |
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I let the muh'******' |
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MAC-11 hack everything under the neck off |
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Used to be a problem child now |
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I'm a problem grown up |
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I done done some evil ******t & one day |
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I'm a have to own up |
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But when I say somethin' homey |
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I mean what |
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I say I'm a murder you straight up or |
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I can lean when |
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I spray Z- |
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Ro the "****** everybody" ****** from |
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Screwed Up |
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Click Now |
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I ain't gon' let you bend over to tie your shoes up ****** |
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I'm a launch a |
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Bernard Hopkins type of blow in your jaw |
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That's the way |
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I police my perimeter, |
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Ro is the law. [Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2] |
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I'm A Soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster |
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Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer |
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But I'm a keep on thuggin like |
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I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta. |