Z-ro - Long Time lyrics

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Z-ro - Long Time lyrics

[Talking] Here ye here ye, come one come all An n***a talking down on the Maab, bound to fall Know I'm saying, Z-Ro the Crooked Representing S.U.C., got my n***a Fred in this b**h My n***a Trae in this b**h, and we don't give A damn about you, that's why we fin to ride [Trae] I bet these boys, out here better recognize My team, Guerilla Maab until it's over Running b**h n***as over, beaming a glock like I'm a soldier Ready for war who that hating on Trae, and knowing they trash Throwing they a** up out my face, if they think of blocking my cash Mo' rocks than Damon Dash, independently I'm a threat AKA a vet, and spraying them n***as until they wet I ain't finished yet I'm a G, and I'm finishing what I started Half of these n***as out here be spitting bullsh**, like they retarded Disregarded never, I'm better than the rest of the game You lame better read my chain, M double A-B be running thangs With my kin folk Ro dog, and the L dog Everytime let me tell y'all, we thoed I'ma swell y'all [Talking] Well swell em up then f** these old PH ba*tard a** n***as Talking down on us, bet y'all can't walk down on us n***a we strapped automatics, semi's and fully's [Hook] This one is dedicated, to them n***as that hate it It's been a long time, but we finally made it We the realest of the real, and we can never be faded It's been a long time, but we finally made it We the future of the funk, you punks is outdated It's been a long time, but we finally made it Breaking laws and jaws, cause you b**hes is overrated It's been a long time, but we finally made it [Z-Ro] Presidential got a problem, with me making my cash Trying to starve a n***a out, and have me flat on my a** One hundred and sixty thousand, what they suing me fo' But since my sh**'s selling, you could never ruin me hoe 25 hours a day, I be packing that lead Chasing paper so me and Fred, steady stacking our bread I understand that you bullsh** n***as, done flip-flopped Trying to hold on to a n***a, hitching a ride to the top (and 97.9), the biggest hoes I know Now Walter D is my n***a, the rest of em be hating Ro What do you know, why these n***as all up in my face Back back I'm about two seconds, from catching a case When I walk up in the club, they act like they don't see me Nervous in my presence, praying that Z-Ro will take it easy I'ma take it hard, while I'm k**ing em softly Till they gone, they been hating us for way too long [Hook] [Jay'Ton] Slow Loud And Bangin in they face, and n***as acting like hoes I think it's cause we never went, when we be spitting out flows Got cash I'm sick with it, I spit it cause I'm a G It's the Jay'Ton, repping S.L.A.B With Ro Dog and Trae, my flag be doing great Undisputed like weight, when I'm upper cutting in your face Body blows and jabs, for n***as hating on S.L.A.B You come with that bullsh**, guaranteed I'm beating your a** It been a long time, and we finally made it Hopped the slab off the AVE., and I finally sprayed it No more slanging on the block, cause the block got raided Like the point on the dice, I can never be faded [Talking] Yeah, we ain't gon blow it though You know we got this hoe a** devil on our back On our motherf**ing a**, that n***a can't face up With a real n***a though, know I'm saying n***a know he talk sh**, so I be spitting All motherf**ing day long, but it's still God first though This whole a** world got me this way, you know I'm saying Bout paper, this motherf**ing K, motherf**ing Tre-8 This 4-5, 4-4, sh** it goes on and on and on Talking down on us n***a, you getting 17 hundred to the dome So I know u gon be gone, you know I'm saying Fred get your bread, Trae pa** that motherf**ing K And let's roll, I'ma continue to blow dro, and we out this b**h

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