V-E nigga At ease nigga, you don't wanna be my enemy nigga When I'm sipping drank, and smoking trees nigga Fuck around and be a memory, nigga [Z-Ro]
name If you haters guaranteed, that we gon do you Cause I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog [Z-Ro]
rider And I'ma always be a platinum street fighter [Hook] Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee Came to Wreckshop, uh huh Just to let you boys know that [Z-Ro] We
[Z-Ro: talking] 3rd Coast, Screwston Texas Z-Ro, Heavy Rotation, yeah [Z-Ro] I've been running the streets 24 years (look at me) I made it but I'm wanted
is Z-Ro on the stretcher Can't I breed in peace, won't y'all leave me alone Like Makavelli I close my eyes and picture home Bout a Mo City block, a place
hit your car [Hook] Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the throwdest of them all Cause you know my name, it's Z-Ro the Crooked Z-Ro the Mo City Don, it
(Billy Cook) Yeah, yeah, Z-Ro, DP, Billy Cook lay it down All night long, smoked all fire, yeah yeah [Z-Ro] We can ball all day, four play in the hallway
[Z-Ro] You got to get your paper in this game If you a hustler (if you a hustler) Niggas be playing with this thang, but you all about your change They
(*talking*) What, in this bitch fucking with Z-Ro Motherfucking Mo City Don bitch Yeah, I know y'all hate the way we stare at y'all face [Z-Ro] Rap game
in your hearts I hope I get to go to heaven, my Lord [Z-Ro] In case I don't make it, I want niggas to know I never gave up Z-Ro Vs. the World, and King
with the plan Jumped in the mix with hundred bricks, and now a mobbing gorilla Unanimous go-getter, about the scrilla my nigga Stay loaded up and we ready, Box City working that jelly Burning more streets
when you pull it, in the city of killas Only the tough and the strong and those who have hearts survive Guerilla Maab's on the rise, nigga [Hook 1 - 2x] [Z-Ro
like Akeim, on my god damn dream And now mark and ass niggas, recognize my team [Hook - 4x] Murderer in me, I love to see you bleed [Z-Ro] The murderous
you at the intersection, bitch I'm bout to blast All you rappers, dissing Z-Ro in your songs Bitch I'ma for real life head bust, I'm coming to see you fuck a song [Z-Ro
law [Chorus - 2x] [Z-Ro] Ramon noodles, t.v. dinners ain't no way to live Rather be holding slab while grabbing grain rolling airport load for sive In the streets
dead [Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's
talamatoda, Big swangers on my Roder So they talking about my money in the city like promoters [Hook] [Verse 2: Z-Ro] I'm done so my criminal record
(feat. Lil' Flip) (Z-ro) Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go You niggaz'll never see me,