[Z-Ro] They say he was flipping out till, losing control of his mind Moving fast, in a world that ain't ready for the pace focussed on his grind Who am
[Z-Ro] Bout time, they opened up the do' for Z-Ro Cause I've been dropping hits, since ten years ago Trying to do it legal, and not slang yayo If I can
hundred homies and everyone is fake how can I make it out the ghetto it want let me go seems like everytime I do a good deed, good deeds never return to 'Ro
Z-Ro signed for ten Here I am, it ain't safe to come outside again For the record, fuck everybody I ain't got no friend Nigga remember how you treated Ro
[Z-Ro] Dubya-dubya-dubya-dot, fuckallayall dot com Run up if you want to nigga [Intro: Z-Ro harmonizing] Blues ain't the way that I lose How I get gray
(*talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all Been waiting on this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers
(feat. Lil' Boss & Trae (ABN)) [Z-Ro] You already know who it is nigga, "King of Da Ghetto" It's a new day and time, but shit It ain't all good but shit
Feel like I'm floatin when I hear yo' name I think you made me fall in love again [Z-Ro - over Chorus] Okay Screwed Up Click Yeah [Z-Ro] Whenever you
motherfucker, slide tonight And put a swelling on his pimping, ride out tonight [Z-Ro] Back in 1994, I use to hustle all the time Instead of a woman, Ro
(*Talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all Been waiting on this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers
know what you in for Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war (It's Dat Nigga Daz and Z-Ro, knocking down your door) [Z-Ro] Motherfuckers don't wanna
me gangstas Smoking that sticky you get pissy, riding spinners Tires glimmer the prize in our eyes, nigga ride with us Nom and Z-Ro like when Tino and
Classified's on your mind Southside I bring it to you live, so please don't underestimate me Or my niggaz Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro sing the hook for me [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro
[Z-Ro] I pledge allegiance, to getting my cash on Either ligalo with a glock, and my mask on I gotta go get it, cause I got an appetite Down to run up
[Verse 1: Z-Ro] When will it 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
[Z-Ro] Of course I'm thankful for another day, my Lord I can't lie But everytime I wake up, seem like one of my people gotta die Anthrax poisoning, Hussein
[Verse 1: Z-Ro] My nigga Redd been assisting me with holdin my head but I can't focuse cause so many niggaz in the street owe me some bread and if you
[Z-Ro] Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0 Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed