[Hook - 2x]What happened to that dude, what happened to that dudeWhat happened to that dudeHe was bumping, so I slapped a patch up out that dude[Z-Ro]Y'all fellas, know what happened to that dudeHe ran up in my face, and he ruined my moodI couldn't let it slide, I couldn't let it goCouldn't let a motherfucker, play me for a hoePulled out my 4-4, and I just bustNan nigga nan bitch, will I ever trustUnless it's my people, unless it's my kinI don't love shit, but my people and my endsPut my ends in my safe, in a safe placeI break a bone, in your motherfucking faceIf you think I tell a story, if you think I'm lyingPull out my iron, and I commits to findHave a nigga falling, off of his gameIf I hit a head shot, that's the end of his brainSimple and plain, ain't itThis tool, will leave a nigga wig paintedKnow what I'm saying, I couldn't be playingI sit on top of the roof, and start sprayingAt a nigga head, leave a nigga dead(*claps*), leave him bruised and redWe don't give a fuck mayn, that's a clapI put a motherfucking, clip in my strapBust at your back, bust at your frontThen I go to the house, roll up a bluntThat's how I do it, don't fuck with fluidBut I'ma be fluent like fluid, and I knew itOne day, I get a platinum plackIf you running up, you better back on back cause[Hook]What happened to that dude, what happened to that dudeWhat happened to that dudeIt's your boy Z-Ro, and I'm way too rude[Z-Ro]I had to do it like that, and like thisHad to break a bone, and make a motherfucking wishI did it like this, and I did it like thatA nursery rhyme, and still broke a bitch backLike that, like thisHit it from the back, and don't quitBitch fuck you hoe, I'm all about my doughStanding on the corner, with my chrome 4-4Maybe 4-5, maybe twelve gaugeTrying my best, just to make the front pagePut a homicide, on worldwide newsIf a nigga chase me, I'll give him the bluesPull out my motherfucking, power pelletRoll up the doja, and I start to inhale itNow I'm feeling fine, I'm really feeling fineI dropped me a eight, in a thunderberg wineGot a nigga feeling like, I lost my dogJump in my bitch, and I boss my hogI hit the streets, the streets hit me backI checked my pager, it was time to attackThe motherfucking dope fiends, time to get moneyI want my bread, I want my honeyI want my streets of gold, for I can walk onAnd a platinum walkie talkie, I can talk onMan, I'm feeling way too heavyA monster, so can't nothing scare meI'm unscareable, it's unbearableMan, when you hear me it's terribleCause I be beating, on your motherfucking nerve andMight be in the Bourbon, or ExcursionIt don't matter, cause I'm riding highLeaning to the side, when I'm sliding byAll in your face nigga, slappingOut the motherfucking taste niggaThat's how it go, never been a hoeTry to take what's mine, and get a mouth full of flow(*talking*)Yeah, oh yeah, I'm feeling thatShit, boys get the shit slapped outYour motherfucking ass, what 3-2 sayYeah man, you bootleggers, we got all kindOf bootleggers out here though, you know I'm sayingWe gotta put a slap into them dudesYou know I'm saying, these niggas that sue boysFor 150,000, like that's hurting my highsingNigga I'm still rising, while you conivingYou ain't shining, but bitch I shine like a lightAll day all night, whether gun fight or fist fightGet the Roley on your wrist right, bitch
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