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Z-RO lyrics : "These Niggaz"

(feat. Scarface)

[Hook]

These ^!$$%z, must of forgot
That I will squeeze triggas, thinking you gon play me
^!$$% please ^!$$%, get put in a G-R-A-V-E ^!$$%

At ease ^!$$%, you don't wanna be my enemy ^!$$%
When I'm sipping drank, and smoking trees ^!$$%
$#&@ around and be a memory, ^!$$%


[Z-Ro]
Boo, guess who sneaking up from the rear

You ^!$$%z hearts be pumping fear, but they don't pump none here
I never knew how to be scared, just how to handle my infrared
I love nothing, ain't my barber ride up $#&@ you in my head

This how I feel about, all of y'all
Disrespect me if you want, and all of y'all will fall
I use to be 165 in a city, where the skinny ^!$$%z die

But now, I'm 220 with a 45
And I be set tripping, ready to wet ^!$$%z and wet women
I stand alone me and my chrome, Southside representing

Don't need no mother$#&@ing body, behind me
So when the law come looking for me, can't nobody find me
Mo' murder, bite em all like gasoline in my gat

So you get slid, like you got some vaseline on your back
This is an anybody killer, I ain't prejudice at all
Ever since my ^!$$% set me up, to kick it with them laws


[Hook]


[Scarface]
Bouts to put the smash on ^!$$%z
Put the gas on, and put the match on ^!$$%z, y'all must of forgot

How quick we flash on ^!$$%z, blast on ^!$$%z
Your $$# gone ^!$$%, you done $#&@ed with the Lot
I gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed

You took your %#@! ^!$$%, lay in your bed
Who'd ever thought this ^!$$%, that was sat down at our table and fed
Would turn on the streets, and roll with the FED's

I loved this ^!$$%, now I roll around
With a mask and a strap, and a grudge for this ^!$$%
$#&@ing with me, just adds the fuel to the fire

And I'm about to snap that wire
And go off, and empty out the whole clip in you
Denting your dinner, with bullet holes in your wind-a

I ain't $#&@ing around, J give the word and we busting the clown
If you can narrow it down, we touching the ground


[Hook]

[Z-Ro]

It make me wanna holla
Throw up both my hands, cause a ^!$$% can't understand
Why these snitch ^!$$%z and (*##$ ^!$$%z, be P-A Spanish

Straight up strong enough for a man, but just too weak to take the challenge
And each way with display, they got no backbone
Looking like jellyfish to me, about to get they back blown

Out of proportion, kicking they doors in trying to find em
But I'm above em and behind em, killing em slow with perfect timing
(*##$ I always know where you at, your baby mama's

On your block, it really don't matter cause Ro and 'Face gon bring his hat
Please push my button, for me
So exit wounds can be all in your tummy, from my tommy

Mini 1-4 is what I ride with, cause thugs and murderers I reside with
Beef with and beef with, murder them or get high with
It really don't matter, it just depend on the situation for me

Like I don't get down and dirty, I can't believe ^!$$%

[Hook]

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