Z-Ro Album

[Chorus]
Too many niggas, trying to take me off of my game
Just a nigga from the hood, that's looks some good
Now they all want to to jock my fame
When I coming down in my ?born?
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more

[Z-Ro]
You can't knock my hustle, ain't no games gone be played
Even haters a hundred miles away, deuce out they shades
Coming down one deep, I ain't gone stop and try to speak
I keep on rolling mean mugging as I pull on a sweet
I gave a cool package of sellers, because I knocked down yellas
Keep a 4 for myself and a 4-4 for the jealous
Cause them boys be scoping, intoxicated and hoping
That they run up on Z-Ro I leave they flesh wide open
Let them take me for what, cause I be damned if I slip
Beretta beam in the club same thang on my hip
LyricsAnother case like that, if you don't think I bring that
Run on up and I'ma bust and flip your brain like crack

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
Nothing but dollars we clock, show after show we gone rock
Pimpin hoes in the five double o and baby mamas gone jock
What the fuck is the deal, somebody pass me the kill
Rubatussin and marijuana, one time and I peal
Don't let a snitch see my dope, cause the snitches gone squeel
If they play with my freedom, you know a coffin gone feel
Niggas be working with louds, I'm gone work on they jaws
Putting snitches in ditches cause I know they be talking bout
Every move that I make, that's why I be solo when I bake
Cooking up in the kitchen come up with a ounce with no flakes
Cause when I say get back, before my finger start itching
Better believe when I relieve my stress you might come up missing
I don't be kissing no ass, take a hit and dump the ash
I'ma chop on 20's with sparkling oak on my dash
I'm too low to descirbe, out the Screwed Up tribe
Read about it in the Source, Murda Dog and the Vibe

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
Remember back in 94 they use to laugh at me baby
Now it's year two triple o broads be after me baby
Can you recall when I was sparkling now I hide behind 10
Cause being in a drop with a escallade I know you want to know where I went
I got a bitch named Lucy, for me she sell her coochie
Finest in the vagina for lunch when I feel like sushi
See it to the day we fall, we ball out of control
Everyday at my low key location hoes fall out of they clothes
Range Rovers and Hummers, 45 glock gunner
Plus I'm a pen pimping veteran, smelling plex among new comers
How you love a platinum plack it means I'm already gold
It ain't no joke I'm in the scope, five hundred thousand already sold
I'm throwed off in the mind, mic and producer and booms no ?reap? in the wine
Smoke to relax my mind, radio songs go lemon lime
Fuck a neuse a niggas might go thet there to the po po why pop it
Giving out my phone number on the daily cause it won't hurt my pocket

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro: outro]
Man, what's the god damn deal, Southside, Northside, Eastside, Westside
It's your boy Z-Ro, knocking down the door in year two triple o
S.U.C. for life, screw you, it's for you baby
Heavy Weighters, my nigga Toon, R-O, Big M-O-E
Z to the Ro, Geurilla Maab affilliated, know what I'm saying
Putting it down, new millenium it's ours, get that baby

(Z-Ro talking)
Uh, seem like they got my life on the big screen
Z-Ro versus the world, feel me round one

[Z-Ro]
Is it reality or just a fable
The most powerful lyricists in the world was on a low budget label
Even if I don't clear me in I just want to be living well
Not saying that heaven is promised to me but I don't want to believe in hell
Feeling on coming also cause problems worry me
If it ain't the stress somebody's always trying to bury me
So thinking I'm undercovers and the dope they try to deal me
Jealousy and envy make my niggas want to kill me
Everybody want to pick up a gun and bust thinking artillery fin to be
drilling me nigga
But I' sick of this pistol play bumping ain't no more killng me nigga
Cause I'm a soldier, trying to keep his mind at ease
And if I squeeze then we all bleed

[Chorus - 2x]
LyricsFeel a nigga worldwide, not just in Texas
I think I'm bout to lose my mind, aggravated and restless
I don't want to die

[Z-Ro]
Look at how they made me, traditon systems raised me
The drama that they give me never ceases to amaze me
They tell me that my mind's gone, coming up is what my mind's on
I guess there's nothing left to do but get my grind on
Thinking about my family but knowing they neglect me
I'm not gonna give up, I'm gonna make my family respect me
I'm talking to my father now, daddy I'm a grown up
Depending on you is false-a-fied because you haven't shown up
Caught up in these streets I'm taking penitentiary chances
I done forgived and I done forget plus I'm not giving you anymore chances
Quick to run out of the house for nothing now your son is feeling anger
Remember the times you couldn't come around because your life has been in danger
I'm a leader to follow is not my destiny
But I guess it was written for me to fall victim to jealousy
It's killing me to stay alive, but there ain't no use in me crying
No matter what I guess it's what is right, on southside

[Chorus - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Whoever would of thought that I would be this fam-ous
Put in work until it hurt but keep pretending it's pain it's
Affiliated with killers when we fight us to the death
Picture your partner cocked and aim and headed straight for your chest
It's hard to focus cause my homies keep on killing eachother
Everybody stressing cause ain't nobody feeling eachother
I often conversate with god but who's to say if he's listening
Even though I died as a sinner but resurrected as a christian
At 11 years old I was told that most friends turn to foes
From velicos to calicoes it helps when our battle folds
If it ain't true, if it ain't crew, it's a mexican deed
I'ma catch an attitude instntly bitch you plexing with me
And ain't no begging for mercy because you shot my nigga
And I swear to god everywhere you go it's gone be hot my nigga
And maybe god can forgive you but see the streets seeing different
They want you dead you might not make it to prison, bitch

[Chorus - 4x]

(Z-Ro talking)
Ha ha, new millenium music, shouts out
Dirty D, Anonymous, Heavy Rotation
My nigga Pop Belly I love you boy

Shirt off at the Kappa, (trousers on)
Dirty Third, Dirty Third

[Z-Ro]
24/7 and around the clock, I'ma keep
My fingas around the glock, when I bust
I be giving no mercy for no damn body
That's gonna get around the shot
I'm the 007 outta Ridgemont 4, with W double O-D
Can't take no ill to the eye, we come so fly
Don't get it twisted I swear I'm fly, I split up jaws
When I spit out rounds, and I really don't give a damn
When a nigga pull the trick up outta my sleeve
I'm making a deuce to the pistol pad
But I'm figgering that hoe, and she call me hurt
Whatever take yourself, or the blood gon squirt
Give me my money for shots or first
When I lick my shots, I clear the concerts
Jay-Jay and the Den-Den, we gon make a mill in the end then
Going overseas, in the jabos and fresh benefits
LyricsDecked out to Europe in outfits, steady stacking chips
Slanging birds, with a pen and beat the shit out these verbs
Vocabulary spit nothing but words
Drop mo' songs, than a bird do terds
Riding Excursions, no more 'Burbans, steal them niggas SUV
Screwed Up Click cause my family name, abbreviated like S.U.C.
Cause in the Dirty Third, niggas put prices up on our heads
Cause our cars, be running and haunting
Bitches lose weight, like Jenny Craig

[Hook - 2x]
Its the Dirty Third, slanging rings stacking chips
Quick to pull a strap, empty clips if you trip
Its the Dirty Third, slanging rings stacking chips
We killas with pistol grip, steady letting our rugas rip

[Wood]
We ain't burning the home grown, and Dirty Third where I roam
Slanging birds flipping zones, sipping syrup out our styrofoams
Quick to pull a strap empty clips, if you trip
We killas with pistol grip, steady letting our rugas rip
At the peak of my game I'm gets the grain, I'm leaving a stain
Piece and chain its bezeltaine, bracelets watch and pinky rings
Twenty inches to roll, played and stole and pulling hoes
Serve drank by the four, blowing bud in studios
Its paying me feddy and cheese, triple beams and doja cream
Chop on blades and swang on threes, SUV's and Humvees
The W double O-D, Z-Ro and Enjoli
He said it once befo', look at what you done to me
Thought it was over but it ain't, I separate the real and the fake
You sugar coated bustas, you put the filling in the cake
I'm still balling while moving J-A-T's, SKA no AMG's
In the Dirty Third we shipping ki's and, platinum c.d.'s nigga

[Hook - 2x]

[Enjoli]
Little figga to you hoes, and all my foes
I done squashed the plex so what's next, I rose
From the bottom to the top, Third Coast won't stop
Southsive for live, when trunks knocking tops drop
And the G's body rock, I ride to these
Looking good gripping wood, with a ounce of the tweed
Having fun in the sun, making money by the tons
Stacking papas pulling capas, staying sharp for the evil ones
So lay it down 'fore the sparks fly
S.U.C. full of moves, niggas we on the rise
Hopping outta wide bodies, and it don't stop
Enjoli be the queen, and you bout's to ride (say what)
It be so lovely it be so nice, being twice
Stay blinding you hoes, six figgas and reunite
Moving state to state, pushing albums like weight
Better regulate, and still screeeeaming

[Hook - 3x]

[Mr. 3-2]
May life be a trip, I never knew, things could ever get bad
As I got no love my 17 shot glock with extra clips
That's it, I'm going all out and if I die then remember me
Cause in these last days I'm feeling like I'ma hit the penitentiary
For real, trying to deal with this every day struggle
You got to get up, up off your rump baby and hustle
I tussle, work my muscle, and boss hog
Take what's mine, and still screaming fuck y'all
If I can't ball, they better lock me up
Shackled down, hand cuffed, on sight I'ma bust
What's up, where your nuts, I get rushed to the head
Thug for life, motherfucker till I'm dead
Mr. 3-2, boss of all bosses
And I ain't, tolerating no losses
And no excuses, cause this world is so shife
Street game forever, and it's like that for life, nigga

(Chorus)
Will I ever see the stage again
LyricsRadio D.J.s gone respect my rhythm
Feeling like I'm fin to hit the pen again
What will I do for food
Living in the ghetto turning boys to men
Crooked cops and killers interrupt my mission
Tell me will I ever pimp my penn again
Hustling is all I can do

[Verse 2]
I was born on a fucked up day, had to be, holidays
With nothing but frowns on my face, the sadness brought madness
To a family that was built, unconsciencely I love em
But some consciencely, running these streets, living constantly
It's costing me, way too much, but the slums got me
Jacking niggas work something, exclude before I hurt something
Inhale, exhale, ok, I promise things
Gone get better, just give me one more day
So I can work my jealous friends to have around
So I can tote my shit and hurt my belly for trying to stay down
Stay focused on what I'm trying to accomplish, and not be accomplice
Stay real, stay true, pay dues, and don't become a victim of some mob shit
I never let this misery, push me to do something I regret
But just notice you in danger, I want you to feel my anger
And if I ever feel like I'm danger, I'ma empty the chamber, oh-oh

(Chorus)

[Z-Ro]
These motherfuckers want me dead, at least that's how it seems to be
An army of motherfuckers against me Dean and E
Who you gone call, when my commratery come down rain
Nothing but revenge to keep me sane, it ain't nothing like pain
Cause when I squeeze it then you bleed, satisfaction is guaranteed
Black hearted ever since the first murder, off precious is my breed
Enemies, fuck all my foes, fuck all my friends
Unless I'm in the penn, I've got nobody to call my kin
Cause all the real niggas are dead or in jail, but I've been
Left in struggle for success trying to get a check from Southwest Wholesale
Look at all the 16's that I've wrecked, and I'm practically poor
On top of that I'm homeless my niggas don't want me no more
Fuck being ten to get in, these motherfuckers act like they don't know my face
Better remember I'm quick to click and hit don't act like you don't know my pace
Well fuck rapping, I need some right now money, it's getting crucial
If I pimp my pen, I got to wait 3 months for trade me scratch for lunch money
Monday night the sirens seemed so loud
I hope that I can lose this crowd
Lately, it go down that way
That's why a nigga quick to get the K and spray
We could of been so throwed together
But because I was short it's on my cheddar
I haaaad to get up and bleed the block, and it don't stop

(Chorus)

(Big Moe)
Swingers, and droppers, Southside
We're gonna ball baby, living so lavishly
And you know that I'll, grab and break
Wreckshopping all night long baby
Swing on 4's with me

[Verse 1]
Swing 4's with me, come roll with me
As the po-po, cause I'ma flow the tree
Make tracks stop, beating up the block
Ass end hop on the 4's and chop
Can't let these haters take what I got
Blue and frail, fresh out the shop
Some gone bop, the lighters gone light
That's why I keep glocks with infrared dots
No time to plex, got to push the lex
Keep them diamonds shining round my neck
Shots of chrome while I'm on the phone
Popping legs walking in my home
LyricsWalking through the doors, on marble floors
Chandeliers and studios
Got to pimp the pen, when I'm in the wind
And swanging 4's with optimos

[Hook - 2x]
Swang on 4's with me, and I like it
Shoes finest on my rims cause I swing on 4's
Swang on 4's with me, oooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Shoes finest on my rims cause I swing on 4's

[Z-Ro]
Oooooooh I'm one swinger, with wood grain
All on my dash, when I pass I'm looking oh so clean
Oooooone in the chaaamber they must be
Out of their minds if they're trying to take my bitch from me
I won't be taken, releasing shots from my gun
Ain't the one to get took off my four
Cause I know these jackers be waiting
That's why I'm strapped at all times, I think you better let go

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Bubble lights they shining bright, bull-guard in the turning lane
I'ma rock candy coat, then I'ma play with a remote working with wood grain
Z-Ro gone bleed the block not with the rocks, I bleed red like the flesh
It ain't no more hoops, just candy Coupes rings filed in the STS
Little young got a gun and beam, and I make you scream
I work too hard when I grind, for niggas that wanna take my shit
And niggas will get hit, I promise these fellas gone mind
If I got to pull my piece to make a hater retreat
Then I'ma focus on taking him out with red dots, they will smell
It in the wind 'fore they try to move in I'm busting in the parking lot
In a big body Dave & Taylor ain't no haunt day
Going the wrong way on the one way, screams falling
Like rain drops, they gonna try to take me one day
But I'm armed and dangerous, eliminated the plex
When it came to us unlike these muts
I ain't no bust, riding on 94's and the game to us
Realizing that there ain't no changing us, re-arranging us
Homicide be naming us, drunk too many 4's now there ain't no waking up
And ghetto hoes be paging us, and steady broads be claiming us
But I'ma hit my switch, drop the top and unlock my kid
From South coast to a million copies, we swinging bitch

[Hook - 2x]

(*talking*)
Dum-dum, da-da-da-da-dum, dum-dum
Dum-dum dum-dum, da-da-da-da-dum, dum-dum
On the latest roll with my boy Z-Ro here
Z-Ro you ready ha, Rock yeah you dropping that hot shit
You really dropping that hot shit ha, Z-Ro let me
Hear what you gonna sing for this one, come on

[Z-Ro]
Three liter big red, got diluted nines fed
Able to make a bitch, wanna suck my naked head
I get fly when I wanna, graduated from corners
I know it tingle, cause your pussy marinated my sauna
If you capping I ain't tripping, cause I really don't need you
Prolly say your pussy gon be beat up, and having a seizure
Overseas vacation, Prime Co. communication
And radio stations, got us in regular rotation
Cause the guns unloaded, lot of heads got exploded
Destined to be the throwdesf, if I'm properly promoted
Sewed it up like a sweater, financial back or go-getter
LyricsThen through your vest chest, with the talons in my baretta
Stay one step ahead of, my competition they better
Fly down from overseas sign down, and get to chumping for cheddar
26 letters than Ro, if you ain't know now you know
From Ridgemont 4 to Akapoko, I'm gripping grain in my flame

[Hook]
Sunday morning pulling out my bitch, I'm looking good
Nothing but diamonds around neck and around my wrist, I'm looking good
Doubles breasted tailor made, I'm 'Sacci'd down to the flo'
And it don't matter, if you step on my wing tipped shoe
Cause I'ma just go buy me some mo', (what it is what it is)

[Papa Reu]
Rolly on me wrist, Sansun me wrist band
20 inch rims, on me suspension
Foreign replay, and not forge my stun-a
Dressed everyday, in the latest fashion look
Boys the enemy, best respect the man
Listen to me, know it's rule number one
No buster ain't right, we told the game plan
You do, you better and change the wrist band
The way me flow, my retaliation
So listen to me boy understand, understand
It's a bezeled out wrist, and that I wear everyday
On the right hand-a, the Presidential Rolly
And it's crossed off, like a ton of ice on the tray
And the price start-a, my choice to lose security
If you don't believe me, ask your old lady
I know she saw it, from 'Poko miles away

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
Pull up to my bump, as I let it recline
13's easy five screens, it ain't no fucking with mine
They think I'm fucking with nine, but I multiplied it by fo'
It took some time, but I decided to throw my bitch on the 4's
The bubble-eyed Mazaratti, on a mission to meet Scotty
With bullets for your body, cause I'm living like Gotti
Pistol grip and a beam, plus a murdering team
Cash rule everything me, that there ain't nothing but green
Jumping in and out of line, moving slow as I wanna
Smoking reefer bending corners, on 20 inch Yokohama
Cause these niggaz be hating me, when I be crawling down
So I'm like Paul Bugsy with a infrared, cause these niggaz be falling down
Steady yelling out timber, from the first dance January down to the last dance
December better remember, put a big shell casing up in you
Make you weak like SWV, when I shine and grind like E.S.G
But I gotta get love like the Big Steve, throwed in the game like that P-A-T

[Hook]

(*talking*)
Alright, ha-ha
You know so we keeping it real, yeah
Southside, Southside ha
How you mean, Papa Reu, my boy Z-Ro
You know Rock with another hit
Ha-ha, you know he here with another hit
Ha-ha yeah, yeah-yeah

(*talking*)
Yeah sup Ro sup Grace, it's your boy Den Den
To jump on this track with you boys, you know I'm tal'n bout
It's all about the 3rd baby 3rd coast, yeah I got this

[Den Den]
See I'm mentally ready, fuck those is testing me
Progress is so sweet, ain't tripping with envy
Slip and slide like a snake, vibrate the world like a quake
Mashing hard on the gas, with 3rd Coast on the plate
Roll on cowards and busters, peeping them soldiers and hustlers
Got an eye for them fuckers, that trying P.H. with snorkels
Got a trunk full of clutches, blinding mine make you stutter
I blow like a hurricane, so close all your shutters
See I wants everything, and everything I'm gone have
Roll out my red carpet, just to go to my stash
Third coast, blinding and shining like a brand new slab
On my birthday, I'm throwing me a fortune life bash

[Hook]
LyricsIf you living shife, don't fuck with 3rd Coast
These niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast, these niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast
You could lose your life, don't fuck with 3rd Coast
These niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast, these niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast

[Grace]
This how we ride in 3rd, po' up syrup blow herb
From lane to lane we grip the grain, and 20's chop up the curb
We popping flippers on sippers, 3rd Coast g's on the rise
With bubble eyes and customized, and chrome be 20 inches wide
Entertainment center be lit up, and all the trunks gone lift up
Button rims they rip up, down talkers mouths gone zip up
It's that time and here we come, 3rd Coast take a stand
We drew it up and screwed them up, proceeded through with the plan
Jumped in the mix with hundred bricks, and now a mobbing gorilla
Unanimous go-getter, about the scrilla my nigga
Stay loaded up and we ready, Box City working that jelly
Burning more streets than Perelli, while cutting up like machetes
No doubt screwed up candy paint, killer think straight drink
Down here we swinging the tank, and every thought be bout bank
I'ma be T from the S.U.C., pay dues got stripes that be ranks
That boy G-R-A-C-E, 3rd Coast born caught off game

[Hook - 2x]
3rd Coast, don't fuck with 3rd Coast
These niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast, these niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast

[Z-Ro]
I done took a lot of losses, now it's time to win
No more signing dotted lines, and I stay dollars spend
I want convertible Benz, with the blue bubble lens
I'm worth a million off the corner, when I'm pimping my pen
Blue over gray is my choice, pearl white Rolls Royce
Don't need no natural lemon tea, I don't be training my voice
I'm signed thoed by nature, suckers, punchers, simps and fakers
A click full of back breakers, and more in a Studebaker
The Mo City Don, I wave a truck like it's a wand
Hit the ATM machine, ain't no need for me to pawn
Cause I'm paid, my game sharper than a razor blade
Bald faded and X-rated, the Gucci's is tailor made
I bubble in the sauna, as I smoke marijuana
From Daytona to Arizona, no longer on the corner
World wide, I gotta keep the dream alive
Tupac and Biggie done died, so now they ready for the Southside
Top dropping, body rocking like Fat Pat
Dirty rats get splat, when I pull out my black Mack
Cause it's over, the fat lady done sung the song
From California to Rome, these hoes pussies stay warm
And on to the Alamo Dome, then right back home
Ain't no regular we hydro'd, as 4-54
On the po's, be spinning flipping with yellow boned women
Swimming in divid-ends, cause I'm cold with my pimping

[Hook]
If you living shife, don't fuck with 3rd Coast
These niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast, these niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast
You could lose your life, don't fuck with 3rd Coast
These niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast, these niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast

(Z-Ro talking)
This is dedicated to the motherfuckers
That think we don't go through shit, just one thug baby

[Chorus - 2x]
One thug, one thug, lord showing love and mercy on one thug
Cause one slug, one slug, you know it only takes just one

[Z-Ro]
Now if I die tonight, would you cry for me, would you get high for me
And if you know who did the deed would you ride for me
Or did you squeeze the shot, jealous cause
I put my hustle to the fullest making it hard for you to bleed the block
That's what my father told me
Take care of your business nigga but don't rush it move slowly
Undercover with a birds eyes view, behind glass that's tinted
No licensee plates and expired ain't no telling who's in it
When you get paid, get another piece, tell me what you gone do
When all them niggas you've been capping on get to capping on you
Would you cry like a bitch, run up in yourself like a man
LyricsOr call on jesus when you see that warm blood on your hands
If the sun ain't shining, you better try to keep breathing
You won't make it to haven today, you just gone burn and bleed
But if you a soldier, who gone fuck around with you if you mobbing with
Jehovah
Either making weight your coupe could be a range rover

[Chorus - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
I'm addicted to sherm, all my problems got me chasing a high
But I don't cry, since mama lift me I've been waiting to die
Looking at my partners when they talk to me, I laugh to myself
Fake ass handshakes I know they tend to be bad to my health
I was a nigga that was down to ride, and I guaranteed
The enemy layed it down to die ran out of ammo before he reloaded
I thought my nigga do it for me
The nigga that shot me ain't the killer he was suppose to be, I'm still here
I know your name and your face, and where you lay
I know where your daughter and your baby mama stay
Is it a good thing to die, and my reply is automatic
Keep your plexing to yourself cause static
could turn into motherfuckers havoc
Jesus I don't know who to trust
But give me a choice between real and fake I'm gone know who to bust
Lord have mercy on me, cause I'm gone always sleep
If I can't find him and his family fin to feel me

[Chorus - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
The world as I'm seeing soaked, I'm 23 years old and I've been broke
And I would rather conversate with killers than kin folk
Cause If I know the location of murder I can vacate
But I'm still down for my pistol like a playmate
Nigga even my girlfriend don't understand
Baby don't you realize I'm homeless
I'm homeless when it's raining and thundering
I'm about to take my own life but I'm not able to self destruct
But for the right price I'll pull the ak off the shelf and I'll bust
And if you wonder why my pants sag, I keep my pistol in my pocket
Cause motherfuckers want to see me take my last dance
But they can't catch rather I'm breathing or dead
And they can't stop me from reaching people, put me in the fed
Guaranteed, I'ma be smoking weed, pacing myself
Without a change in my schedule steady chasing my mail
Until my life is at the finish with no more breath in my lungs
I'ma put these bitch made niggas to rest not last in the sun

[Chorus - 4x]

(Z-Ro talking in the background of the chorus)
How many motherfucking times I got to tell you niggas
Y'all can't fuck around with us, it's the year two motherfucking triple o
It's a new motherfucking millennium, you niggas can't fuck with us
I know god damn well you niggas can't fuck with me
I know god damn well you niggas fuck with my nigga C-Nile nigga
Fuck y'all straight up, thugs in the motherfucking streets
Going platinum on motherfucking c.d.'s and l.p.s
Nigga we don't push ki's nigga, we push motherfucking forward cars
Up the god damn block, knowI'msaying, going platinum and gold
Dollars gone fold, my nigga Dirty did the track
ain't no motherfucking turning back
We had to pull no motherfucking return nigga, we going platinum
You niggas could kiss our motherfucking ass, knowI'msaying
Den-Den, Jay-Jay, Straight Profit, I appreciate the love
And it goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
Till the motherfucking break of dawn Z-Ro, S.U.C.

(talking)
This that boy Sinner Tone, better known to y'all
And essay is cocked strong, giving you something
To ride and get high to, I'm chilling in the studio
With H-Town's finest a nigga they call Z-Ro
So go on and bump this shit, and to all you
Niggas who I done jacked in the game
Fuck y'all I got my beams on your ass, right

[Z-Ro]
Everytime you see me I'm a different nigga, but don't worry
About my aim, I'm consistently accurate with the trigger
My nigga don't count your chickens 'fore they hatch
If you owe me some feddy you better pay me I'm ignorant bout my scratch
I don't trust nan nigga cause nothing but hate they be sending me
Can't determine my friends from my enemies
I done had partners that done helped me when my life was on the line
Talking about hitting me right back I'm trying to knock this bitch down
Putting pussy before your partners disrespecting the game
What about you broke in them titty bars be collecting your change
LyricsTrick, nigga with all these bitch niggas are made to bleed
Since you giving me another reason to blaze the weed
And I don't want to do another killing, another bid
They've been trying to give me the crack since I was a kid
But I remain calm, pill popping smoking and leaning if I wasn't high
I'd leave these niggas choking and screaming

(Chorus - 2x)
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy things will get brighter

[Z-Ro]
I keep my middle finger pointed out at all times, lyrically
Abuse somebody in all rhymes, indodging in felonious to the small crime
Everybody want to do a song with Ro, but none
Of these niggas want to get down on a couple of zones with Ro
Fuck rapping, I need some right now money, it's getting crucial
I'll be jacking for some right now money
Niggas ain't ready for the episodes that I supply
PCP influenced, I'm relentless nigga you can die
Fuck all these niggas and these white folks, I'm all alone
No friends cause in the fucking end a nigga dies all alone
About to meet my maker, I hope my life is right
But it's hard to focus when killers try to murder me every night
I guess this life is really hard now, fiending for the day that this war stops
Pulling my pistol everytime a car stops
Live by the sword, die by the sword, nigga my time is borrowed
I paint this for another tomorrow

(Chorus - 2x)

[Z-Ro]
I'm crucified by the media because I'm loved by the public
Even though I'm rated number one keep your thumbs up and shove it
They said I'm trying to sound like Pac is my confession to that
Bitch I can't help it if I sound similar when I be stressing the fact
See I'm gone scream it cause I mean it anything less ain't excepted
The fact that I'm dark and I'm restless is no resort of living reckless
Rest in peace to my niggas that got caught up in the struggle
But I'm showing love to the niggas that don't want to see me bubble
But I take that back, fuck you, I made it to the top ten on my own
And every bitch in every city is singing my song
Imagine that I use to sleep on a corner
Even in year two triple O, fuck working I'm selling marijuana
Pulling the bull up over my eyes you just can never tell
But I know if I'm faking I try to rap now one of tapes gone sell
I predicted being real by staying true to myself
Now suicide is something I don't want to do to myself

(talking)
Year two tripple O, Z-Ro, the new motherfucking don
Feel that, my nigga Cocked Strong from Sinner Tone
Day one my nigga, knowI'msaying
We gone put it down

(Chorus - 2x)

[Z-Ro]
Screwed Up Click killas these niggas don't want none
When I be coming down and gripping, on my gun
Finger, on the trigger, every-body ducking
And running, from the scene cause Z-Ro done start busting
No Longer, serving fiends, I'm serving the drug dealers
Affiliated with killers and multiple blood spillers
A nigga from out the 4, you know I, don't sleep
If a nigga don't work then a nigga, don't eat
So a nigga is gone hustle, a nigga is gone grind
Watch a young nigga shine, bitch this world is mine
I wanted to ball in the mix, I turned my crumbs into brick
Out of town, dump u-haulers turning east bigga niggas in and out
With one callers, we shot callers, and ballas and 20 inch blade crawlers
Big body, tinted up, Mazzaratti Impala
We prowlers on the scene, we go our mug on mean
It use to be sipping fours but now it's jugs of that codeine
Quarter pines be puffing but it ain't nothing but grass
Now how you love this bezeltine and all this wood on my dash
All this starch on my ass, and all this money in my stash
LyricsAnd how you love the way your hoes get all this dick in they ass
We Screwed Up entertainers, hoe ass nigga restrainers
Assembly line in the kitchen pickens in proper containers
We real niggas, not ill niggas, polos rap more than Hilfigers
We in this rap game to get mill niggas, running up on us you get killed niggas

[Chorus - 2x]
Money making we gone ball baby, we coming down
We some six figga niggas Screwed Up Click on the rise
Screwed Up Click'd never fall baby, we coming down
We some six figga niggas Screwed Up Click on the rise

[Grace]
Staying crunk, blazing blunts, jamming Z-Ro funk
Keep mind on money working my hundred got these boys popping trunks
Screwed Up baller in the mix, trying to turn these crumbs into some bricks
Sideways on switches we gone sip, drinking on drink and smoking dip
Living my life in slow motion, riding high sipping potion
Bring wet on fly like the ocean, got a Screwed Up playa just coasting
With mind at ease blowing trees, stacking g's, swanging threes
We coming down watch us clown in these H-Town streets
Popped up and shining and blind you, fifth wheels reclining they minding
It's about that time Screwed Up take over, wrecking boys skills in rhyming
Six figga niggas and drug dealers pimping pens for our scrilla
Sipping drink and smoking killer, the coast, fly figgas
Pad blessed and chopped records Screwed Up, Houston Texas
We coming down, looking good gripping wood like some veterans
Money making Screwed Up baller blade crawling, shot calling
Made living missing Christmas stacking ends never falling

[Chorus - 2x]

(talking)
Shit, Screwed Up Click on the rise baby
Big Jett hollering at all my partnas, youknowI'msaying
Wave that shit for your hood

[Z-Ro]
We gone ball till we fall
knocking down Fassacci at the mall
Everytime I sip my cup gone stand tall
got a wide ass phone when I make my call
White folks be tripping on salary cap
that's why your Prime Co. phone tapped
Studied the dope game for the rap
now cause of my skin I travel the map
From stage to stage to stage to stage
making a loot with a loose leaf page
I got on my knees and I say my praise
and repent everytime I misbehave
You want to get me for my riches
better mind your bidness, I minded for you
Fuck around and touch your brain I ball
with a mug Z-Ro gone shine for you
I call the shot, cause I cop the clock
everytime it get hot I drop the top, or
Bunny hop up out the cream of the crop
smash on the gas and never stop for cops
Ball till I fall, that's what I'm gone do
screen in my phone screaming who you do
I bleed the block with a hand full of rocks now
I got a cassette and as long as you
Talk about the fame, bout the struggle
talk about how long it took a nigga to bubble
Since I call the shots I don't call them off
hoes flock around me like a first time huddle
Don't have to kiss, I don't have to fuck
I just pull out my dick bitch you could suck
Or ball till I fall, and if I ever fall down
I'ma rescore and bounce right back up

[Chorus - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Niggas be screaming Z-Ro, how does it feel to be a ceo
But I don't know, cause I can't get a set of keys to the studio
And I know my fanbase is probably tired of me talking about the struggle
But since I resurrected time all the niggas don't want to see me bubble
Should I be mad at my friends, that's what Pac said
Although I clear my ruga ripping till they drop dead
I could a give a fuck about a buddy, he don't really love me
So there ain't no love for these niggas, there's only love for money
Paranoid like a defendant at a murder trial
Plus I seen it everyday, but signatured in cursive style
Motherfuckers be tattle tailing like they taking names
So when they take a son they drive by I'll be taking aim
Pressure to pian, are you able to maintain, where the sun don't shine
On a daily basis I hear shots but H.P.D. don't mind
Cause they figure we'll kill eachother by 2000 and 2
But fuck the streets jesus our praises due to you
only if they knew, this is my life

[Chorus]
LyricsThis is my liiiiiiiiife
Surviving in the struggle, living so shife
This is my liiiiiiiiife
When will I get to bubble, living so shife

[Z-Ro]
Ain't no waking up in the morning because I'm still awoke
Previous past tense events got a nigga ready to kill folks
But I can't lose focus, got my heart set on heaven
But I was a problem child running wild, for a nigga with a mac 11
I keep my friends and enemies closer than a mother and daughter
They'll sacrifice you like a lamb that gets slaughtered, weaker than water
With they woman ass ways that's why it pays to do drivebys
Niggas be horizontal as I slide by
All night long, I'm paronoid voice mail beeping for days
Everytime I creep you know I creep with aks and hks
The motherfucking killing field is where I lay my head
And the place that I make my bed is where I spread my led
Motherfuckers be coming to get me in the middle of the night
But I'ma wreck his face when I put a infrared beam in the middle of his life
When will it ever stop, until they drop I can't get no rest
Cause those that also feel me feel well to the flesh, in my life

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
Can I get a little rest, cause I can't take another test
Haven't I proven myself, so why do I feel like I'm that victim
I'm just praying for nothing and do the lord even hear me
Could it be that I was too inoxicated in the words for coming out early
Cause I've lost most of my partners, I'm losing family members
I remember when it was love, but I'll be lonely by the end of Decemeber
I'm feeling bad, but I can't talk to my dad, cause he don't care
Plus I'm missing my sister but she don't want to treat me fare
All this sleeping from house to house, fucking with my dome
Got two album of my own, but no home
So picture the park bench in blood, is the night time bed
Ripping the whereabouts to murderers and many nights I fled
Practically assed out, lord for being somebody pull some cash out
The reaction is the rawest, but I dash out
Fuck everybody, it's all about me and my woman and child
Because my 9 millimeter because he helped to rob, this is my life

[Chorus - 2x]

(Mexican D)
What's up baby, Mexican D hollering this
Just getting back with you, told you we was gone chill
Come through, blow something, smoke something
You know how we do it, keeping it real on this side
Letting y'all broads know, we too real

[Z-Ro]
What's happening I see you capping trying to play that role like you don't know me
Come into my world of diamonds and pearls cause you look a little bit lonely
I decided I wan to to cut, couldn't help but notice the shape of your butt
And the way you stretch just drive a player nuts, man what's up
Could I just talk to you for a second I don't want to take up all your time
But see your 36, 24, 36, done blew my mind
I can't take it the way shake it to make me have to push up on you
To see if we have anything in common, you see I like to smoke marijuana
Would you be interested in smoking a square, running my fingers through your hair
Go to the Residance Inn with a 3's and 10's coming up out of underwear
See I'ma be chilling, I won't be hard, got a wife at home so don't leave no scars
On my back, cause Z-Ro penetrates so if you gone see stars
LyricsI'ma get the roof up out killing out when I have
do a little wine and take a little bath
Sip a little wine to ease my mind then it's back to knocking you down
All you got to do is put me in the penn
got to bet it won't sink, I'm around the way
Make you want to tell somebody cause I'm a square or something
Keep it on the low and we could do this today

[Chorus]
Let's chill, so I could knock you down
Cause all that I want to do, is fornicate with you
Let's chill, and we can bump and grind
I want to get into you, that's all I want to do

[Enjoli]
Ok, seen you peeping a storm, so I took the opportunity to jump in my ride
And we could bump heads again and see we could go inside
With our minds, you got something that I cut for
The bald head and the thug in you, that makes me want to lust you
You balling with your boys, while I'm funk deep with my girls
Diamonds glistening to the tip of my chrome just missing the curb
Hey love, what I got to give is probably more than you could receive
But we can compromise and bump many times my body's at ease
Did I shock you when I approached when I said let's chill
Or did I shock you when I didn't knock you for coming straight up and real
Show me a good time, make me feel like I'm in paradise
Me and you, one on one I ain't trying to claim to be your wife
So let's just chill, and take time for two of the same minds
To make twice the hustle and grind and fornications that's on your mind
Won't you meet me at my place, I say around 10 and don't be late
Cause I want you to feel me when I say classified ladies want to chill baby

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
I can feel your earth, wind and fire so retire to my rap sure
If you grin it means I win and then your skins have been captured
If you one to five times and knocking five times of running away together
Bumping and grinding, smoking and leaning steady reclining up on the lever
Get aquatinted with eachother as we feel the Mo City
These cats ain't having it when they do they thang and no never show pity
But if you scared, I mean you not alone
it might be the ghetto but I call it home
90 percent of the killers are cool with me
so it's cool to sit back and blow a bag with me
So if I said I wanted to be your better half, you know that I was lying
No disrespect but I want some sex, can a player get up in between the thighs
But if you say I move too fast, I'ma slow my role and romance
We can go to the Papa Do's and all of those fancy places and then slow dance
Under the candle light, sipping Dom Perignon
The stereo bumping our slow jam song
From 2 to 6 we ball in the mix and chains sex places getting it on
Cause I'm a pimp baby, not a simp and I want to be the trick in your life
It's plain and clear that a g came here to put this dick in your life

[Chorus - 3x]

[Hook]
Why, do they worry me
Because the game, ain't what it use to be
Where did all the G's go, uh-huh

[Z-Ro]
I be beeping niggaz with cell phones
So why the fuck, the call back take so long
If I depended on my niggaz, I'd stay stranded at home
But everytime I got a show, my telephone ring
They wanna fuck with me when, I'm in the spotlight
Trying to get in friends, smoke and lean
Feel me when a nigga say that, I don't love nobody
The same person you call a partna, might try to slug your body
Never ever underestimate, the next man's greed
And it ain't no love if it come down to it, second and first cousins even bleed
Losing love for my partnas, because they treat me like a stranger
Plus my nigga for life, is headed straight for the gas chamber
I took an oath, and said you didn't do it
But when the judge winked at the prosecutor, we knew we blew it
Lyrics
[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
And it ain't no such thang, as a faithful broad
But I've been blessed to peep the game, that's why I'm thankful Lord
So all the love letters and roses that you send her, she won't even much feel
Cause all the while, the bitch be phonier than a fo' dolla bill
Some niggaz got mo' bitch in em than bitches, always pulling a strap
Sending mo' chicks up out they boxing game, but hiding behind a gat
If you pull the thang on me, I might provoke you to use it
Cause my life-my life is painful, and I ain't scared to lose it
Even though it's brightly lit I live in darkness, keep a pistol
With an extra cartridge, they mistake my paranoia for being heartless
I wanna live in peace, but drama won't allow me
That's why my mind is gone, I'm seeing X's and ounces to tree
I know I've called up on your name in vein, but I'm humble when I bow
If there was ever a time I needed you God, I need you now
Lord have mercy too many suicidal thoughts, so I sold my piece
But what's worse, knowing you live in hell or being a lost soul in the streets

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
And I will never understand why, the Governor
Know innocent people living on death row and all he do is stand by
No evidence on Dinkie, so we feeling the stress
But you gotta satisfy public, when in arrest
Whatever happened, to innocent until proven otherwise
I promised I been dramatized, ever since the day that my mama died
I'm running away from righteousness, and learning to sin
But the same niggaz I kicked the do' with, facing five to ten
So I've been blessed to a certain extent, and given a privilage
Where if a sentenced committed, I'm forgiven when I repent
When the police pull us over, they wonder why we're nervous
Too many jobs defy with homicides, and funeral services
And if I die please make it quick, no pain
At least I know, I left a stain in they brain
If it's time to die I won't cry, just make it quick with no pain
At least I know, I left a motherfucking stain

[Hook]

(*singing*)

(talking)
Look out man, quit tripping man, how you gone tell me
To choose between you and the streets, don't you know
If I leave the motherfucking streets alone
How are we gonna get the rent paid and the
Motherfucking bills paid, knowI'msaying
You got to cover my eyes remember

[Z-Ro]
Baby stay down with me through thick and thin, and I promise it's gonna pay off
Though hurts you like a sailor cause baby you need to stay soft
You took me on a ride, without no breaks to mash
The things you do it make the average nigga hate your ass
But I just love it when you cuss at a nigga, when it's all good
In the bed when your finger nails clutching a nigga
You said you'd always be there, and not to worry about a thang
But when I started to struggle you left a nigga to hang
What kind of shit is when you want to see your woman tonight
On top of that there was no food, phone, water or lights
I had a state be thought of suicide, nobody could move it
LyricsYou took the pistol from my head when I attempted to do it
Baby I know that I be tripping sometimes
It's just because I never owned anything that's mine
Understand my situation and be patient and we'll make it in the end
Want you to be the first to ride around in my benz
baby to know me is to love a thug

(Chorus)
Forgive me baby I'm a thug
I make all my money from selling all these drugs
I'm in it to win it and I don't want to lose
But I slowed down my hustle cause I'm digging you
And I, won't keep on hogging you
Even though you're the only girl I'm talking to
I'm in it to win it and I don't want to lose
But if I lose you, it's all a part of paying dues

[Z-Ro]
We went from good to better, better to worse then we separated
I should of beeped you to apologize but I guess I changed
Cause I be feeling like you wanted to end
Don't want to be your enemy baby, but I can't be your friend
Female associates are gone, miss, I loved you
And treated your kid as if he was my own kid
So if you think I was affatuated, bet one hundred c-notes
That I show you what it is to be broke
When I was ready to misbehave and get paid, my nigga run at me now
Knew it was peticular car cause I got you on my mind
Even all the days of my life I want you staying with me
But the way it's been it don't get gravy until you laying with me
Cause we be at eachother's thugs like we were crypts and bloods
Always the first to say I'm sorry grab your hips and shove
I want to kick it but I got business to handle with my crew
Call me later when you ready to say I do
baby to know me is to love a thug

(Chorus)

[Z-Ro]
Forgive me baby I'm a thug, what happened to all the capping
Now that I'm rich you want to greet me with kisses and hugs
I had to stop chasing you, I chose to chase my feddy
Now I get promenade in an escallade, and be low keyed in my cheve
Now you looking like you want to curse
Never put trust in the woman or a nigga, only put trust in my verse
Cause if it is well then I'll understand
if you ain't helping me making you could find another man
I'll get my pen and she is number one in my state
Got ladies looking from me head to chest then the navel
Willing and abel to be dedicated from the heart
Must of mistaken me for yourself that's why I cheated from the start
Freaky in the dark, baby I bet I make you cum
And if your nigga don't like it, I bet I'll make him run
I bet these bitches be tripping over the way I run through em like socks
Like them old niggas run through throw away glocks
Should of known me is to love a thug

(Chorus)

(*talking*)
It's going down, straight up
I'm steady balling, shot calling
I'm clowning em baby

[Hook]
Steady balling, tonight
We gon ride while we sipping and smoking
Steady balling, outta control
We gon swang, with the trunk open glowing

[Z-Ro]
Nothing but things I'm seeing, nigga be chasing divid-ends
Pimping the pen, and I gotta keep a thermostat on my skin
And catch a cold, with the motherfucking ice I'm in
Big bubble lenses, at the front of the car
We in the club, running up a fat run at the bar
Puffing plex, anybody get a punch to the jaw
No soda water, got a pint doing it raw
And everyday, I put new shoes on my feet
LyricsSugar brown ladies or red bones on my meat
I'ma skip with the rub or not, on my sheets
And ride with a big fo'-five, on my seat
Pulling out the yard, as I drop the top
Ready for the jackers, still gon cock the glock
Pulling up at the club, everybody still show love
But I'm still not gonna stop for bops
But I'ma stop for the drank, man po' me up
Hoping to nine seven point nine, blow me up
But these fellas be in it for the competition
Seem like, everybody wanna show me up
But nigga fuck the fame, cause I want the change
Like Lil' James, leaving stains on niggaz brain
I smoke and I lean, but still I maintain balling mayn

[Hook]

[H.A.W.K.]
When the top down, I'ma drop the rest
On 8-3's, and bumper kit
Candy paint, looking wet to spit
Piece on my neck, read Screwed Up Click
Album silver, bubble head lights
Trunk gon knock, like lights of fire
At the intersection, I run the red lights
All my jewelry, is draped in ice
Crazy chain, piece and medallion
Pass the seat, or yellow stallion
Pretty brown eyes, and thick thighs
Half Chinese, mixed with Italian
Paid for, everything cash
My rear view, is in my dash
Got a pop spot, to hide my stash
Hide my trunk, see the baby gash
Mild dog, is super meals
Drop my top, feel the atmosphere
Tweety singing, loud and clear
In my cup, is Belvedere
Pockets full, of big face bills
Three story pad, in Beverly Hills
So much ice, you get the chills
In the studio, I shred the reals

[Z-Ro]
Man no more struggling we bubbling, collecting with Breadwood
White golf against the click, we drop bullets and I'm ahead them
We ride on top of the ridge, like a wide stallion
Bezeltine around me neck, with the diamond medallion

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
Barley moving on swangas, and knocking off the side rolling
Gotta give it up to the Fat Pat, nigga cause we Southside holding
Rolling in luxury cars, sipping on bar, talking on cellulars
Receiving messages from Mars, nothing but rap stars
Anybody wanna fuck with us, fuck around and get flipped up and zipped up
In a six foot ziploc, cause I got a glock in my right hand
And I'ma flip, when I can't even act like he wanna trip
I said it like that and I'll say it again, matter fact push record and play
it again
With a bop digger then, Trae and Den in a Benz
And accepting all the dope trafficing
Got the dope in the trunk, and we backing in
So much money, gotta back track my ends
I got the glut opium, black cause I'm African
American, Guerilla Maab gon shine for life
But our motherfuckers, are dull like a butter knife
I put it on my balls and on my life, Z-Ro never been shife
Cat don't come around me, just let me ball
If I fall off my note, then let me fall
Needed help from God, did he get my call
Pulling out the lot, and he let me crawl
Like Mafio, by the year two triple O
I'ma come down, in a six double O
With green flow, mats on the flo'
Candy paint on my do', it's bout for the hook and it go

[Hook - 2x]

[Interlude]

I'sa root 4 like a domino and found me' cuzin froze, soar like an eagle on the porch smokin a mule den i go sit down pon' de centa', and fill it up this swisher, time 2 lick and roll ganja now smoke up, digest, cums the smoka' time 2 start choke, now ignite killa, man getta puff hand de' dro since im da' one dats pimpin' da pen and da' who checks da frint doh', im not goin' 2 put da' sweet out cuz i hear knock pon' de door.

[verse 1]

imma getta box phillies from out da' sto' and cum rite bak' then imma roll a phillie fat as a finga and lite that, lemon lime, hydro and regular pine, u know i like dat, un da' influence a' sticky, cuz i luv it when i be lifted alla' my years be dun' shifted, one deep be up in da car comin out cuz im so talented and gifted,skoopin up nuthin but playas and we're thang in da same, nuthin but flippin and sippin, and runnin a train on mary jane, love it mane. Roolin up and blowin up all day, posted up in da rear view inn smellin good in da hallway. Put a wet towel up unda' doh' but it aint enuff 2 stop da do'do' and lite da pojo, im about 2 rep da logo smoke on in a tinted out 4 doh'.

[hook]

nuthin but swisher smokin 2 nite,anything that you want from you gotta wait till i get high, im not kappin, butonly stinky green is on my mind, well if you wanna match dis weed well i think we can compromise.

[verse 2]

imma huff, and imma puff cuz i done made it da' habit from point a ta' b and even ta' point c im searchin 4 sum cabbage. Hold up look up in da sky is it a bird? Is it a plane? No its them dem so lovely its mary jane. I'll admit imma a fiend 4 nuthin but codiene and killa green wit a 24 hour high and lean cuz im always smokkin on da scene. Everybody wanna out me 2 da test, im just tryna ease da tention and stress. In =hale but i gotta "let it go" congested in my chest, in an attempt 2 bust a long hydroponics got me sprung, goin broke behind dis woman and willin 2 spend all my funds, i goota get a fat sack wit 1 double o wit lifted dats 4 sho doh'. And lite da pojo imma bout 2 rep da logo smoke on in a tinted out 4 doh'.

[hook]

[verse 3]

im liter than al, tryna smoke myself into anotha deminsion pleeze lite up dat dare', cuz i really need 2 calm my nerves i be trippin dats why i gotta stay smokin and 2 keep all my fantasies really a challenge and im vilently chokin nigga gone drop 85 mo' sack fatter than a fat back nigga think would we r-a 2 the n-k everyday all day stimulaing in my mind guerilla maab 1 deep and 1 of a kind, betta not crush dat luv, betta pass if you wanna live, puff puff give on da cool im sick of my buzz acopocko or gold (skunk) get da red air pump, cuz im blowin kill, even if im on paper 4 pullin a caper, i gotta be blowin steel and you know its real (burnin kill) put a wet towel up unda da doh', but it aint enuff 2 stop da do'do and lite da pojo imma bout 2 rep da logo smoke on in a tinted out 4 doh'.

[hook]