Z-ro - Never Take Me Alive lyrics

(feat. Trae, Will-Lean, Black Al Kapone) [talking] Yeah, you'll never take a n***a like me alive n***a I'm a soldier n***a, I ain't the type of n***a that complain n***a I roll with the punches ya dig, my n***a Z-Ro on the track I got my n***a Will-Lean, in the building The Black Al Kapone, is in the building n***a You know the label, Clover G's is the label that pays me [Will-Lean] I'ma slip and slide, this clip inside This 4-5 focused on your face, then split the side Cause this infrared gon chase, and follow your ride It's beef I'm serving n***a, so swallow your pride Will-Lean the Chemist boy, you know the name Screwed Up Click afilliated, who showed you the game Lyrical a**ault like my Glock, spitting holes through your frame Like the dope and the caine, running through your nose and your veins I'm throwing out flames, like a gallon of propane With a guillotine n***a, that'll open your brain Open the range on your spot, stand and scoping your stang Call the cops, I'll have you wishing and begging to open they canes Watch your mouth n***a, when you speaking my name I'm deep in the streets, so you know I'm deep in the game They'll find your remains, dumped beaten and slained A Clover G motherf**er, block bleeding this game [Hook x2] You'll never take me alive How many homies in the hood, down to ride You swallow a bullet b**h, or swallow your pride You better tell these n***as, that I'm from the Southside n***a, you damn right [Black Al Kapone] Kapone gon ride with my G's, till these wheels fall off And when our wheels fall off, we gon k** y'all boys We some game spitters, b**h getters hit n***as Six figgas fir this ice, this is our life you n***a Push a Maybach, in dry weather Ever since I got shot, I keep my Baretta (n***a you better) [Lil' Flip] Cause the streets, ain't a mo'f**ing joke It's like the City of God, lil' kids'll k** you for a bag of dope The Southside in this b**h, and we all high You want beef, them bullets fly and y'all all die Cause I don't think you understand, who you f**ing with Since I was 10, I was taught not to trust a b**h This rapping made me rich, I know you hate that Three million in nine months, can you make that I'm clocking do' and copping O's, of that white widow I catch you in your sleep, and leave your brains on your pillow So stop fronting, like I won't pop heat Cause it's 25 guns, if I'm fifty deep And it's 25 knives, I'll poke you n***a I'm a worldwide player, you a local n***a You better play your position, before you come up missing Cause my n***as put in work, and homie ain't no snitching Oh yeah did I mention, y'all can kiss my a** And I own a Maybach, so you can keep that Jag [Trae] It ain't too many that'll ride for me, so I'ma keep this beat put to my back On the blocks repping A.B.N., full time and it ain't no doubt about that I done seen the worst, seen n***as get dropped in a hearse Seen n***as try to get self on wax, and get f**ed off trying to sell a verse Really they tripping, speaking on my name will get you put in situations Anticipations of a a**-whooping, so now you sitting back waiting Hold up cat the Mack co*ked back what you talking, G-type sh** that's what I'm walking Some of these n***as wanna try to blend in, then end up getting outlined in chalk and Now what was that all about our cutters, swear that you was running sh** But now you done metaled with these guerillas, why the f** is you running b**h It ain't hard to see that we bone hard, just like my n***a named Curtis And for that I gotta greet ya, a**hole n***as at your service [Z-Ro] Now it been too many n***as lately, acting like they wanna do me some harm But since I'm always heavily armed, it just remain cool to keep my calm Promise it ain't nothing for me to drop a bomb, on a whole block Everybody saying all sides, is about to recieve a series of callico shots So recievingmissly y'all ain't gon never take me alive I'ma squeeze and make a n***a leak in the street Cutter from push-up's and backarms That's why I knock out n***as teeth in the streets I stay focused and pack all three of my guns, I'm complete when I creep These hoes love the D-Boy, so it make they p**y get wet and leak when I speak If I gotta make an appearance, you better believe it'll be brief and discrete Hop in the murder mobile, and slide through like a thief in the N-I-G-H-T It's so many motherf**ers mad, cause I got money at first it was funny But I bet if they could catch me slipping, they would try to take it from me But I got news for ya, they gon see picking out a suit and shoes for ya I'm bout, to get rude with ya b**h I'ma keep on clocking cash Keeping the Khakis creased cruising quickly in the Crentley Y'all n***as ain't never gon take me alive As soon as I clear this b**h it's empty [Hook x2]