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Z-RO lyrics : "Dedicated 2 U"

(feat. Chris Ward)

[Z-Ro]

^!$$% you ain't my partna, but you never been
Just wanted to get in the club, free you little low yellow (*##$
You ain't never been real, but it's evident

You be looking to get your chest blown (boo-ya)
Or are you use to walking the hallways
Of your home, with a vest on

Talking you come real, with the black steal
But you ain't never seen no glock
That's why Grady, checked your $$# up out your hat

Cause you never lived on our block
But ^!$$%s be going off at the mouth
And I'm so sick of these hoes acting shife

^!$$% really fin to lose, more than your teeth
$#&@ around and be looking for your life
Cause I'm the ^!$$% that showed you love

It's best you keep your distance from me
Even though we once was throwing up the same sign
I'll put your (*##$ $$# to sleep, remember

I started the click you claim
And you wanted to trip when I left
Trying to catch me slipping in the truck on the titty

You ^!$$%s to put one scar on my chest
And a ^!$$% would try to erase me, and that's a fact
But if I gotta go, really I'ma be

God damned, if my trigga finger, isn't pulling back
Even if they $#&@ around and murder me, for the the thangs I spoke on
I'm gonna be in the depths of hell, hollin' out $#&@ you as I smoke on


[Hook]
This is dedicated to you, dear (*##$

This is dedicated to the coward ^!$$%s of your click
Welcome to my world, I'll show you pain you never seen it
Slapping patches out of ^!$$%s, and I mean it, remember


[Chris Ward]
I know you smile in my face, full of jealousy and anger

But the minute I turn my back, I know you shoot me the finger
Whether you wanted to be my friend or foe, I know you ain't like me
But when I refused to sign your contract, ^!$$%s started to call me shiesty

But now one one of you ^!$$%s would fight me, even if you was jumping me
You won't be to the end, I take your life and crumble your company
When you first started off, I did all of your production for free

But for the show date, you got everybody in the club except me
What kind of hoe could you be, a (*##$ to the third degree
That's why me and 3, ran up in your crib

And wouldn't play, let you live
If it wasn't for your cousin, cause for him I got love
But Midas please quit $#&@ing with them scrub $$#

Never show love $$#, selling fake drug $$#
Fin to catch a slug $$# ^!$$%s, and I bet I be the one behind the trigga
Fin to put you in the dirt, till you get hurt, $#&@ing around with the Network

Deserve a mother$#&@ing slug in the chamber
And when I blast I'm screaming


[Hook x2]

[Z-Ro]

When I be played up in my back, but in my face or ear to ear
You must of heard of all the murders that we doing here
Cause I could smell your fear

And watch you coming, you can't $#&@ with a ^!$$% from bud
I'll leave laying on your back, with your body wide open
Choking on your blood, I signed a contract that was about a year long

But now its expired, how the hell you gon get some points off my song
(*##$ made ^!$$%, show yo' face, even yo' nephew as well
$#&@ around and pistol play with me, and you won't live to tell

Oh well, all I could say is I told you so
Should of stuck with a bench ^!$$% like me, just got plex
You can't take it, talking bout what your pistol gon do to my chest

Hold that down, you don't wanna $#&@ around, I'm quick to pull chrome
But I'm more than words, up under your breath
And run tell chickens what's going on

Don't make me murder you ^!$$%, you looking for me here I stand
About six feet even, @@#!ed and meant built twin glocks in my hand
And to the ^!$$%s, that pulling the triggas on ^!$$%s like me
Sho' nuff gon stall, but I'm ready for the match
That's killing one more, one fall I'm killing on y'all

^!$$%, let's get ready to rumble

[Hook x6]

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