[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 niggaz gon learn, or you niggaz 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 cocking
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 bullshit
Represent till I die Hiram-Clarke, Mo City my hood bitch
Get out of dodge, cause we ain`t no play thang
See me and (Lil Head nigga) 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 niggaz I got niggaz, but my niggaz the best
See my niggaz all my niggaz, 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 nigga, 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 bitch
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
Niggaz 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 motherfucker 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 fuck 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
[Hook]
