[Z-Ro:]
Since I been rollin' by myself, I keep that b**h Nina with me
And if you my enemy, you don't wanna be the last n***a that seen her with me
Z-Ro haters be makin' my attitude rude
f** around & get stole on if you f** up my moves
Dude, finally I found myself, I had to stop blowin' that kick 'em
'Cause eventually I would've drowned myself
I already need a anger management cla**
See if a buster cross me, it don't matter the situation I damage his a**.
Soldier that's what I be.
So b**h, why are you tryin' to play me like a H O E?
Turn me loose so I can make it to the T O P
It's like I'm in a bucket full of C R A B's.
But I keep climbin' & I keep on rhymin' while they be bumpin' they gums
Lookin' at my diamonds whinin' & blindin' no dumpin' they guns
'Cause they can't see me, b**h I'm invisible to the hate
Thugged off in my kitchen cuttin' chemicals in my cakes.
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Talkin' Down On Me from a safe place, now I'm in your face.
What you gon' do now?
Barrettas & Rugas on my person, they would do you if I burst 'em.
What you gon' do now?
Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops if you trespa**.
You done f**ed up now.
No bustin' in the sky first one through your thigh, second one's a chest blast.
I done lucked you out now.
[Z-Ro:]
n***as be cool in my face, but hate behind my back
Talk Down On Me in front of me, but not behind my ghat
I bet you won't do that, I bet you scared of that iron
Perpetratin' like you a gorilla, sellin' drinks in line
You ain't never seen the Pen n***a, the penitentiary
They talk rehabilitation, but look at what it did to me
I smoke more & sip more than ever before
Muthaf**ers get on my nerves, so I lean on that dro
Tryin' to keep on droppin' a bomb on the b**h-made
Don't be lookin' surprised, y'all made it this way
I got a Vendetta with lifts that be tryin' to sink me
Sendin' their friends after me & tryin' to link me
To aggravated robbery & strong-arm jackin'
Tryin' to throw me off my note, so I can't do no stackin'
Johnny Cochran over lawyer got me out on bail
Lookin' for n***as that was plottin' on receivin' my mail.
[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
Talkin' Down On Me from a safe place, now I'm in your face.
What you gon' do now?
Barrettas & Rugas on my person, they would do you if I burst 'em.
What you gon' do now?
Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops if you trespa**.
You done f**ed up now.
No bustin' in the sky first one through your thigh, second one's a chest blast.
I done lucked you out now.