(Z-Ro)
n***a you ain't my partna, but you never been
Just wanted to get in the club, free you little low yellow b**h
You ain't never been real, but it's evident
You be looking to get your chest blown (boo-ya)
Or are you use to walking the hallways
Of your home, with a vest on
Talking you come real, with the black steal
But you ain't never seen no glock
That's why Grady, checked your a** up out your hat
Cause you never lived on our block
But n***as be going off at the mouth
And I'm so sick of these hoes acting shife
n***a really fin to lose, more than your teeth
f** around and be looking for your life
Cause I'm the n***a that showed you love
It's best you keep your distance from me
Even though we once was throwing up the same sign
I'll put your b**h a** to sleep, remember
I started the click you claim
And you wanted to trip when I left
Trying to catch me slipping in the truck on the titty
You n***as to put one scar on my chest
And a n***a would try to erase me, and that's a fact
But if I gotta go, really I'ma be
God damned, if my trigga finger, isn't pulling back
Even if they f** around and murder me, for the the thangs I spoke on
I'm gonna be in the depths of hell, hollin' out f** you as I smoke on
(Hook)
This is dedicated to you, dear b**h
This is dedicated to the coward n***as of your click
Welcome to my world, I'll show you pain you never seen it
Slapping patches out of n***as, and I mean it, remember
(Chris Ward)
I know you smile in my face, full of jealousy and anger
But the minute I turn my back, I know you shoot me the finger
Whether you wanted to be my friend or foe, I know you ain't like me
But when I refused to sign your contract, n***as started to call me shiesty
But now one one of you n***as would fight me, even if you was jumping me
You won't be to the end, I take your life and crumble your company
When you first started off, I did all of your production for free
But for the show date, you got everybody in the club except me
What kind of hoe could you be, a b**h to the third degree
That's why me and 3, ran up in your crib
And wouldn't play, let you live
If it wasn't for your cousin, cause for him I got love
But Midas please quit f**ing with them scrub a**
Never show love a**, selling fake drug a**
Fin to catch a slug a** n***as, and I bet I be the one behind the trigga
Fin to put you in the dirt, till you get hurt, f**ing around with the Network
Deserve a motherf**ing slug in the chamber
And when I blast I'm screaming
(Hook - 2x)
(Z-Ro)
When I be played up in my back, but in my face or ear to ear
You must of heard of all the murders that we doing here
Cause I could smell your fear
And watch you coming, you can't f** with a n***a from bud
I'll leave laying on your back, with your body wide open
Choking on your blood, I signed a contract that was about a year long
But now its expired, how the hell you gon get some points off my song
b**h made n***a, show yo' face, even yo' nephew as well
f** around and pistol play with me, and you won't live to tell
Oh well, all I could say is I told you so
Should of stuck with a bench n***a like me, just got plex
You can't take it, talking bout what your pistol gon do to my chest
Hold that down, you don't wanna f** around, I'm quick to pull chrome
But I'm more than words, up under your breath
And run tell chickens what's going on
Don't make me murder you n***a, you looking for me here I stand
About six feet even, co*ked and meant built twin glocks in my hand
And to the n***as, that pulling the triggas on n***as like me
Sho' nuff gon stall, but I'm ready for the match
That's k**ing one more, one fall I'm k**ing on y'all
n***a, let's get ready to rumble
(Hook - 6x)