Uncut — текст песни (Lil` Flip and Z-Ro)

[Z-Ro]
It`s a bunch of niggas upset with me, cause I don`t visit no mo`
They think that I`m capping, but I`m just cuz I`m in a fo` do`
Fully loaded Chrysler 300, sitting on grown men
Plus I`m covered by VS-1 diamonds, from pimping my pen
I could remember when, they use to laugh at me in class
Cause of my eyes are incursion, corduroy britches man that`s all I had
Cause of my bifocal glasses, they use to call me fo` eyes
And egg-head but now I`m a grown gangsta, receiving FED bread
Ain`t no telling what I`ma do, if somebody test me
I`ma yell in town by motherfuckers, your best bet is not to sweat me
On the edge sit on the edge of the bed, with a infrared in my paw
It`s time to pay back everybody I owe, if you scared call the law
Cause I ain`t gon never stop, coming after your coward ass
Run up on you at the intersection, bitch I`m bout to blast
All you rappers, dissing Z-Ro in your songs
Bitch I`ma for real life head bust, I`m coming to see you fuck a song

[Z-Ro]
Now I don`t owe nobody nothing, but lately niggas and bitches
Been attempting to get close to me, flipping the access to my riches
But can`t you see this tattoo on my arm, say one deep
That mean it`s nobody with me, when I`m `woke or when I`m sleep
I ain`t never been the type, to hang with a lot of niggas
Plus my attitude is rude, so I`ma be done shot a nigga
Please let me keep my cool, until I get paid
Then it be fucked up if I miss my chance, at a million in my grave
I`m the king of the ghetto, because I`m still here
You can purchase drugs or pussy, or you can get killed here
City streets, they`ll eat you alive if you ain`t got no street sense
You better call an audible, `fore you meet up with the defense
The jackers the killas, the crooked ass cops
I refuse to become a statistic, bro I got my glock
So before you run up on me homie, for an autograph
Please don`t do nothing suspicious, I`m trigga happy and I might blast