need to measure? Cos' I'm feeling under pressure I'm just hoping that the fear will go away Don't wanna be a fake Don't wanna be a fake It's quite uncanny
need to measure 'Cause I'm feeling under pressure I'm just hoping that the fear will go away Don't wanna be a fake Don't wanna be a fake it's quite uncanny
feel the ill touch Gal them ball and gal them a scream De think ita love but a lust, Thats why a bad gal beside is a must for I bust Shes the angel
a big heart, by the size of a lion Five minus four, girl, without even tryin' (Ugh!) Now stir that up and add it up From Mexico to Canada Professional, no amateur And you gon' bust
pic is fake but put me on yo yop 8 you got a friend request so put me on yo top 8 i see u busted but put me on yo top 8 [Chorus:] whats yo myspace put
don't give a fuck who don't. [repeat x3] [Wale] Yeah, uh, okay Real niggas fuck wit us Fuck you if you feelin different Fuck you phony diamonds, fake
homegirls husband every evenin, then try to convince her that he be cheatin That's you Hate a woman doin better than you are, so you slash her tires and bust
all alone, cause I don't know who to trust But give me a choice between real and fake, I'm gon know who to bust But if they bust me I ain't tripping,
Uh, the damn place made me crazy I don't care about nothing but my daddy my granny, my bitch and my babies Everything else, is expendable Find out that fake
we real, on a mission to get it can't stop Going platinum, everytime another tape drop [Z-Ro:] It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked, busting heads strictly
wanna hurt nobody, just get me through my day-ayy Don't wanna hurt nobody, just leave me the fuck alone Don't wanna hurt nobody but a nigga might fuck around and bust
on your brain You heard the bang, and niggaz gon respect the name I'm telling you dog, my mama use to tell me y'all Don't be fake, fraud keeping me behind
a conversation with my infrared All these fuck niggas can get it two to the head and get dead (Chorus) [Z-Ro] It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked busting
it Thought it was God telling me busting, wasn't balm influid Murder murder on my enemies, I didn't wanna do it Thought it was God telling me busting
sight How many times mama cried cause her sons done died I pull my nine out, all of my barrels are fouled out So the bullets that I bust the feds don'
