(feat. Lil Head)

[Z-Ro]

I ain't having none of that riff-raff, so act like you know that I ain't friendly
Treat everybody I come across, like they wanna put something in me
Like some lead, or if I'm moving weight they might set me up with the FEDs

But to a boy done shed, I'm one deep trying to get bread
And I'm one deep when I bust heads, cause I'm not gonna tell on me
When a snitch be rolling with you, you headed to felony

I ain't ready to do 85 percent, of nobody's time
So I keep's it gangsta when I'm boss hogging, and solo when I grind
A-R 1-5, AK-56 plus one

It's multiple homicide, if I happen to touch one
You ^!$$%z gon learn, or you ^!$$%z are gon burn
It get hotter than lava, when it come down to the dolla

And I gotta have it, by any means necessary
Guaranteed to see a million, before the cemetery
So I keep on watching, and my 4-4 keep on @@#!ing

If my folks keep on droppin, B-O double P-E-R's keep on boppin I ain't stoppin

[Hook]

We ain't, having none of that bull%#@!
Represent till I die Hiram-Clarke, Mo City my hood (*##$
Get out of dodge, cause we ain't no play thang

See me and (Lil Head ^!$$%) keeping it gangsta, all day mayn

[Lil Head]

In my life I keep it gangsta, all day
In my life, I could peep a wanksta a mile away
In my life, I trust me and nobody else

That's why I walk around with a nine, tucked in my belt
Don't let the small size fool you, try to play me for weak
Cause I pull this four pound bar, and blaze at your beat

You got ^!$$%z I got ^!$$%z, but my ^!$$%z the best
See my ^!$$%z all my ^!$$%z, is guerillas with techs
Lil Head the 4"3' giant, respect my name

In order to live a longer life, you gotta respect the game
Now listen mayn, I'm trying to tell you some' for your own good
See I'm the type of ^!$$%, have you bailing out your own hood

I'm a General a Sergeant, no need to start this
Rumble in the field with a lion, cause I'm raw (*##$
I'm raw regardless, whether it's four to one

Cause the pop from the glock, I know it's gonna go through one

[Hook]


[Z-Ro]
I'm not your kin folk, so I suggest you get out of dodge

1-25 road raging, ready to get out and squab
Too many problems in my life, I just can't handle the stress
^!$$%z be trying to kill me, damn near dismantling my vest

But I can take it, cause I dish it out, you got your gun
I got my gun and I'm busting, before you get a chance to whoop it out
A soldier, folding up a mother$#&@er what he need for me

Either with a gun or with a fist, anyway it go I'm still gon fold him
What you thought I was, a fraud a hoe a punk
Don't make me make you say oh Lord, shut the $#&@ up

I handle my bidness, and then I move around in the night
So much codeine, it feel like I got a pound of the Sprite
So keep my temper calm, collective and cool

Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes
To keep my temper calm, collective and cool
Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes


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