I stepped {?} side [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Now I don't wanna hurt nobody, but that's a lie Cause it's a delight for me to bust a lip or black an eye Or smoke
in these streets And if you looking for me bitch, I'ma be in these streets It ain't no hiding from the shadow of death, it's do or die Go to war with
I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box And I'm gone, nigga old glory I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry If I do a murder, flee the
, uh.. [Hook - 2x] Who wanna party party, these hoes acting naughty They wanna get with it, or they wanna fuck somebody And so you know how I do it,
crack Like a half ounce, or a O-Z The bitch know me, fifty pounds of that pussy Open the do' hoe, I see hoes galo' She said stop, but she wanting some mo' Do
ever stop all this hatin and droppin salt all I'm tryna do is live lavish with millions in my vault now from selling crack on the corner I'm tryna do
I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box And I'm gone, nigga old glory I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Ory If I do a murder, flee the murder
put a motherfucking, clip in my strap Bust at your back, bust at your front Then I go to the house, roll up a blunt That's how I do it, don't fuck with
[Hook] Do you see, what I see All I do, is wanna be Somebody, can you feel what I feel I try my best, to keep it real And pay dues [Z-Ro] Extra extra
grim reaping Bust and never saw me coming left him with his blood seeping I'm a soldier, recognize the signs of the time It seems it's kill or be killed
Gun Sitting in the back of the car, I just can't cope Everybody is a suspect, even if you don't bust I'ma bust back We down to ride and, all you little
go get it and come back with it until it's prison in my life Born struggling, a nigga acheived his bubbling The fact that I can't get no job can't do
try to steal him, and put him back in his place [Mexican D] A young mexican brought up, in the wrong way of life I had to do what I had to do, just
people, and see you cheer and grow up Cause when you fuck with hard head niggas, your body get dumped Three or four counties away, up in a open field On my way back
Ghetto is who Ro be You better just back up or get smacked up, you fellas really don't know me A total stranger, man filled with anger Since busters
I take my own life like this Or click me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like this That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch And I do click quick
me feel low My black skin is a murdering bust the fucking door Now if I had three wishes, what would be the first To bring back all my people that done
