[Z-Ro talking]Z-Ro, the motherfucking Mo City donSending this out to Ron fuck youLike my nigga mafiosos, you feel meFuck all of y'all man, it go downS.U.C. for life, R.I.P. Robert DavisA.k.a Dj Screw this for you my niggaYeah this for you[Z-Ro]Everybody know me I'm the number one head busterWith a 4 pound glock ready to make the lead touch youCause I shine like a 75 watt light bulbAnd if you cross over the line, then I might strike youI'm going grey, even though a nigga ball everydayCovered in ice, but ice can't take my problems awayBut it sure feel good to know that I can blow twentiesZ-Ro a money making machine dollars no penniesNigga please, it's me and my niggas my fucking g'sR.I.P. to Robert Davis on a fresh set of 3'sS.U.C. to the finish I'm going out with my menWith a grenade in my hand I'm comig out with the pinIt'll never be another Screw, kill that dramaThat was a man not the music, you can ask his mamaI'ma mourn you, till I join you, up in heavenMean while, I'm retarded with this ak47 and uh[Chorus - 2x]R.I.P., I be forever repping S.U.C.Until a nigga get to the tenth timeMash on the gas and I won't stop, baby[Z-Ro]What you know about the dirty south, the dirty fucking thirdNigga fuck what you heard, D.P. on the corner rock for rocking a birdHere we had it pimping in Cheves and TesterosasRo you only got two choices roll with us or get rolled overGiving a cold shoulder to them 5-ONo liscense plate no registration smoking pinoMy nigga we some boss hogs one car taking up all four lanesCome at me wrong, I'ma have you taking off all your vainsNo plexing in Houston Texas got to the green leaving you breathlessAk'd up your chest nothing but a memory about breakfastSo break fast, with your frosted and fake assThis ain't the boot nigga this H-Town we'll take your cashNiggas come against me, but get they ass outSeem like when I cut on the lights all the roaches scatAnd then I let go, because these haters in the wayI'm trying to get stacks taller than Antou Sensi[Chorus - 2x][Z-Ro]24/7 a nigga be out on the cutDon't got to hustle no more, but I just can't give it upDropping niggas where they standing, with my man tanningYou don't want to box a geurilla these hands steady be landing over and overBreaking up your gaurd, nigga fuck what you've been going thorughCause you's about to take it up with godNot a violent nigga, I'm a silent niggaBut if you push my button I'll pull my ultra violet niggaAnd watch you shrivel up like salt to a snailBetter keep it under your breathif you beefing I read these bitch niggas like braileI'm a soldier, and I'm united by the cashFeeling to move on because I've been indicted by the tashBut I ain't gone run from it, I'ma ball in publicWhen they run up on me pull my strap and ask them how they love itKamakaze on you son of a bitches, I'm signing offMean while I'm still in the trunk, knocking the lining off and uh[Chorus - 2x][Z-Ro talking]First and Foremost, Z-Ro the crooked, what's upHollering at all my real niggas, like I always do Feel me, R.I.P. Dj Screw, feel meTo all you fake ass niggas holding plexHold this dick in your mouth, know I'm sayingAll that riff-raff, all you sherry temple ass niggasY'all gone feel me, 2k2, I don't give a fuck where you atI don't give a fuck where you from, know I'm sayingBetter get back nigga, H-Town on lock
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