[Produced by Sean Garrison, Hip Hop C3ntr@l]
[Verse 1: Zen-Boi]
Straight up and down, no jokin' around
I gotta rubby red 6, n***as wanna be down
Uh, where you at huh? Come on, where you at huh?
To the point we have to get back to the chopper
Dont get to f**in with love
Because you know what I'm thinkin of
Well that's what the f** happened to me
Open your eyes and see it's unwise to be
And then it might stop
Now watch em drop
Now let me think
Individual gears movin in sync
So now they have sent you
And I'm about to take the gloves too
Shoulda left me alone, but now it's on
Primero fue Manhattan y ahora San Juan
[Verse 2: Snow Keys]
More like the Roman Emperor Nero
My undrstanded zero plus i'm no super hero
Keep droppin em, from the shoulders
We soldiers, we soldiers
[Hook]
I need to chill
I never will
One fired, one brother died
Muffle detect slide
]Verse 3: Snow Keys]
The 3-6 mafia
Yoga asanas to combat insomnia
Vision blurred I'm staring at Guadalupe
I'm on that out to make this loop
[Final Verse: Zen-Boi]
Without the juice another stone
I am so gone
Africa pendents, with sevens on them
Tell 'em, my dude, scream at 'em!
Where you at?
New York, Jersey, Connecticut
For too long you've abused it
But she's playing hard to get
Take it to their f**ing faces kid
If n***as run up, I'll close they lid
Livin' like I'm livin' just for one more month
Blown into fists of brer and jostled every first and fifteenth
Young Prod run games like Jumanji
Dressed up its time for geeks
That got Curtis Mayfield, they got Griff
This is a late rapper! They be stiff!
Written on my tombstone, rest in peace
And enough guns to stick up the place
I'll still roll through your whole crew
For my dreams to come true
[Outro: x2]
You used to be subdued
Z-Ro haters be making my attitude, rude
Gliding on 22 inches when I'm riding
And you'll be the one lying