[talking:]
Didn't I tell you mother$#&@ers, (yeah you told em Ro)
I'ma get you if I owe ya, (now they running)

That's real talking straight up, Z-Ro the Crooked mother$#&@er
Know I'm tal'n bout (they know), T-R-A-E (kin folk)
No mother$#&@ing game (none), keep a straight aim (guns)

And hanging brains (yeah), S.U.C. for life
[Trae:]
This one here is dedicated to the one, who put that slug in my car

I ain't forgot I promised I'd get ya, let's take it to war
Too many close encounters with death, back then it was funny
But now I got a son, and ain't nobody taking him from me

You better have bulletproof, on that red Lac that you swanging
Cause seventeen inside of my glock, about to leave ^!$$%z stinking
I know where you hanging, and lately I've been feeling revenge

On the grounds of (*##$ ^!$$%z, showing off with they friends
$#&@ y'all I'm a gorilla, that'll mob for life
And any ^!$$% running up on me, get scarred tonight

How would you call a A.B.N., whenever be necessary
Read in the flesh, I'm bout to get the click and these (*##$es scary
They don't want it with Trae, Ro, Boss and Jay'Ton

Lil' B, Dub-G and me be ready for Vietnam
Unloading the clip, on the next to talk %#@!
Lights out mask up, yelling out South Klique

[Z-Ro:]
You can ride with a hundred ^!$$%z, when you out in the streets
That ain't enough, to keep you safe from me

Or you can live in a vest and a helmet, in the Penitentiary
That ain't enough, to keep you safe from me
I use to call you my ^!$$%, now I replaced him out with (*##$ $$#

Once you a hoe to Ro, you a (*##$ no longer roam the side of my blast
But in the front, if you give me all of my money (*##$
$#&@ a rich man's anthem, this that homeless and that hungry %#@!

I done cried so long, all my tears done dried up
Minus the revenge, get found murdered and tied up
Or seen slained with just a signal, Boss with the sawed off

And Jay'Ton waiting on the right moment, to blow they balls off
I ain't had a piece of #~!!@, like the nine I bust
So it's safe to say I'm pretending, everytime I $#&@

Better remember that the trigga, got's no heart
If I was you, I would get my people out of the house it's getting dark
[talking:]

Your T. Jones, your uncle your Auntie, your grandma
Your grandaddy, with his dusty $$#
All them hoes, gotta go ^!$$%

You $#&@ing with the Maab ^!$$%
M double A-B for li' that's forever, ain't no hoe in our blood ^!$$%
From the West to Pud ^!$$% straight up, mother$#&@ers be burried

Ain't no love, for none of you hoe $$# ^!$$%z
P-A-spanage mother$#&@ers, strong enough for a man-ass ^!$$%z
But guess what, got this damn thang in my hand ^!$$%

What the $#&@ you gon do, with this (*##$ in your mouth ^!$$%
Can you sing with it, can you pronounce a word with it
Na ^!$$%, Z-Ro the Crooked Guerilla Maab ^!$$%

Trae, Z-Ro my ^!$$% Pot Belly in this (*##$
No love for none of you ^!$$%z, $#&@ y'all