f/ Chris Ward[Z-Ro]Nigga you ain't my partna, but you never beenJust wanted to get in the club, free you little low yellow bitchYou ain't never been real, but it's evidentYou be looking to get your chest blown (boo-ya)Or are you use to walking the hallwaysOf your home, with a vest onTalking you come real, with the black stealBut you ain't never seen no glockThat's why Grady, checked your ass up out your hatCause you never lived on our blockBut niggas be going off at the mouthAnd I'm so sick of these hoes acting shifeNigga really fin to lose, more than your teethFuck around and be looking for your lifeCause I'm the nigga that showed you loveIt's best you keep your distance from meEven though we once was throwing up the same signI'll put your bitch ass to sleep, rememberI started the click you claimAnd you wanted to trip when I leftTrying to catch me slipping in the truck on the tittyYou niggas to put one scar on my chestAnd a nigga would try to erase me, and that's a factBut if I gotta go, really I'ma beGod damned, if my trigga finger, isn't pulling backEven if they fuck around and murder me, for the the thangs I spoke onI'm gonna be in the depths of hell, hollin' out fuck you as I smoke on[Hook]This is dedicated to you, dear bitchThis is dedicated to the coward niggas of your clickWelcome to my world, I'll show you pain you never seen itSlapping patches out of niggas, and I mean it, remember[Chris Ward]I know you smile in my face, full of jealousy and angerBut the minute I turn my back, I know you shoot me the fingerWhether you wanted to be my friend or foe, I know you ain't like meBut when I refused to sign your contract, niggas started to call me shiestyBut now one one of you niggas would fight me, even if you was jumping meYou won't be to the end, I take your life and crumble your companyWhen you first started off, I did all of your production for freeBut for the show date, you got everybody in the club except meWhat kind of hoe could you be, a bitch to the third degreeThat's why me and 3, ran up in your cribAnd wouldn't play, let you liveIf it wasn't for your cousin, cause for him I got loveBut Midas please quit fucking with them scrub assNever show love ass, selling fake drug assFin to catch a slug ass niggas, and I bet I be the one behind the triggaFin to put you in the dirt, till you get hurt, fucking around with the NetworkDeserve a motherfucking slug in the chamberAnd 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 earYou must of heard of all the murders that we doing hereCause I could smell your fearAnd watch you coming, you can't fuck with a nigga from budI'll leave laying on your back, with your body wide openChoking on your blood, I signed a contract that was about a year longBut now its expired, how the hell you gon get some points off my songBitch made nigga, show yo' face, even yo' nephew as wellFuck around and pistol play with me, and you won't live to tellOh well, all I could say is I told you soShould of stuck with a bench nigga like me, just got plexYou can't take it, talking bout what your pistol gon do to my chestHold that down, you don't wanna fuck around, I'm quick to pull chromeBut I'm more than words, up under your breathAnd run tell chickens what's going onDon't make me murder you nigga, you looking for me here I standAbout six feet even, cocked and meant built twin glocks in my handAnd to the niggas, that pulling the triggas on niggas like meSho' nuff gon stall, but I'm ready for the matchThat's killing one more, one fall I'm killing on y'allNigga, let's get ready to rumble[Hook - 6x]
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