Z-ro - Free Style lyrics

[Hook x4] I done linked up, with Presidential [Lyrical 187] In H-Town where I come from, there's syrup in the cup Grill in the mouth, big wheels on the bus Where n***az put it down, and these hoes will f**k You cross that thin line, and you will get touched 1-8-7 I'm telling you, one time is enough Leave your kids at home, cause it might get rough I wreck the mic, like I'm driving drunk on the bus And hit the highway, gotta refill my cuts Out of town, we got the best numbers going round Boys come from Canada, and sco' it by the pound Sounds like another one, Presidential big guns co*ked and loaded, ready cause the battle has begun You n***az ain't heard yet, them boys on shine Got the do-do in the limo, sitting behind eight mile We put it down down here, on the grind round here If you don't know, you will by this time next year [Hook x4] [Big Pokey (Scratching)] Still off the chain St-st-st-still off the chain [x2] [Kevo] Young Fever, M-S-P my team (get it right) Game dirty, but my name stay clean (all night) I keep a nine co*ked, locked on the beam Look don't get your head, knocked on the scene You cats couldn't knock, Kevo out the groove Now I'm fever, block bleeder b**ch move You can find me on Southcoast, stoke (uh-huh) Your baby mama, bout to shine my spokes (get it n***a) Gun smoke, got my lungs on choke (I'm real) Got my pint by the neck, the head poke (I'm still) Presidential is the home, of my sound (that's word) It's only right, that I hold sh*t down (it's my turn) I'm tired of n***az, steady yelling out Spre's They got revolver kits, that b**ch s**y please You motherf**kers can't see me with me a flashlight (chamill n***a) You wanna step to Fever, n***a get your cash right (I'm here n***a) [Hook x4] I done linked up, with Presidential (Mussilini) [Mussilini] Man look I be flipping, Expedition Six wood tipping, that boy must of been fishing Cause he pull out so, many keys Man hold up, I got so many G's I'm from the Clark-a, pull up in the blade in New York-a Wetter than a snorkeler, that boy's just like a shark-a I be sniping on boys, straight strifling boys Letting em know I come through, windshield wiping them boys Getting the mouth on it, hollin' at my partna Tony It's that Lil' Mu', got head in the Sony Deck, that boy be wrecking I chin check Young n***az that, don't show respect I pull up real fast, with a black ski mask That boy go so long, they call him Everlast Enerjog Energizer, man I get wiser Break them boys off, I'm the mic chestiser [Hook x4] I done linked up, with Presidential [Big Pokey (Scratching)] Still off the chain St-st-st-still off the chain [x2] [Big Pokey & (H.A.W.K.)] Still off the chain Sensei, keep it real in the game n***a trying to get a mill, in the game (already) Me and Ro, we some real with this thang Getting locked, now I k** on your dame (already) You know, she like the wheels on the Range You tripping, cause I'm still on my brain You don't like it n***a, deal with it mayn (already)