Down this street Or anyone really I''m hoping for invisibility I''m sweating underneath their vision Hiding, suffocating Just so they won''t see
bag be Barbie bad Not to exag The brains like a Harvard grad You can't rob him Unless you got a Carbon Mag Its not a problem Puttin' you in a garbage
Big time... [Z-Ro:] No more pain, I'm bout to overdose on it I ain't never had no good times, I put my dogs and my locs on it Chain smoking, cigarettes
flippin with a brick, in the dash mayne Now everytime I roll up bitch give me bomb-ass brain Probably be somebody baby momma, I ain't ask mayne Baby daddy got a problem
in ya residents with the undelay, cold hearted just to get they fetti, bustin brains for a living disrespecting God's children bitch you made for a prison [Chorus] [Verse 3: Z
[Z-Ro] Lately I've been going through more bullshit, than a bull fighter So when I say my praises to God, one verse is like a full choir My every thought
The way I dodge bullets, it's like it ain't the season to live If I could be like the Lord, then my problems wouldn't matter No mo' head busting my guns, they brains
to the sky [Z-Ro] Cause everything's gon' be alright [Z-Ro] Too many problems in my life I find myself unable to maintain The nigga that was takin over my brain
[Z-Ro] Nobody seems to understand that my brain ain't stable They got me out on the ledge feel like I'm falling off the edge it ain't no fable It's reality
m Z-Ro the Crooked (Chorus) In the wicked world, here come the champion, look out, look out Abra cadabra, and running with the gun in me hand, look out, look out [Z
t wanna see me with this tommy gun if I shoot it y'all gotta run that bullet proof want stop it none [Verse 3-Z Ro] If somebody gotta problem with me
her name, she's got a baby Babaaaaaaay [x2] [Outro: x5] (I wantchu to kno she'z gotta...) (I wantchu to kno she'z gotta...) (i wantchu you to know she'z
be black, young and gifted Lifted by the knowledge and takin the right route Gang violence needs to be wiped out A-l-m-i-g-h-ty C and E-z-i-r-e We see
ad libs continue*} [Kid Capri] It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, it's Jay-Z and Kid Capri Cause I'm like that yo! I'm really like that [Verse One: Jay-Z] As
have to get six niggaz name called carry a pine box Marry me ma, not But here's what you can do to me Give me good brains tutor me W-E-E-Z-Y Wee [Hook
price of livin is beginning to be a risky business Unkay, Parkay. How do you like the taste of hot butter meltin through your biscuits? This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain
week Just to do the same thang I didn't even know this bitch's name She was in my car givin' me brain [Warren G] X to the Z pass the M-I-C Anticipation
