Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life [K.T.] You bet it's me, K.T., new S-U-S-P-E-C-T Living better and cutting and trying to stack my
Traduction: Z-Ro. Suc 4 Life.
(feat. Billy Cook) [Intro:] Screwed up click for life Z-Ro tha crooked aka tha king of the ghetto but ya'll can call me rotha vandross this year yo ya
it in they face free my partner Grace What's up to that Los what's cracking cause I'm straight lase What's up to that Pokey What's up to that Woldy Always
:] Real talk nigga, H-A-Dub-K baby S.U.C. MVP baby, my nigga Z-Ro baby Real talk baby, we still living One deep for life nigga, S.U.C.
[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
S.U.C I'm a claim it forever and I'm still down with the yella so fuck all of these bitches and bitch ass fella's and fuck a 4, it's a PT, glock 50, foes
named after motherfucker, you number two And you know what come before one, nigga this mouthpiece Z-Ro and S.U.C., Southside super hero Fucking with you pussies, cause it's
young playas we doing thangs Just like Z-Ro saying, nigga balling mayn [Hook: Z-Ro] [Z-Ro] When I ball, it be like twenty G's up in my pocket When I
of y'all man, it go down S.U.C. for life, R.I.P. Robert Davis A.k.a Dj Screw this for you my nigga Yeah this for you [Z-Ro] Everybody know me I'm the
us less fortunate G's Cause we coming up from selling ki's, to straight selling c.d.s [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Who it be Z-Ro, Southside on the map I put
to let it go sometime, let it go [Chorus - 8x] [Z-Ro] Flipping my tongue since I was young It ain't over it just begun, S.U.C. I represent it till
] Let me live my life, nigga don't fuck with me To deal out these deeds, then you die And when it's my time hope I don't, cry [Z-Ro] Living in the ghetto
Chorus] [Z-Ro: outro] Man, what's the god damn deal, Southside, Northside, Eastside, Westside It's your boy Z-Ro, knocking down the door in year two triple o S.U.C
think straight drink Down here we swinging the tank, and every thought be bout bank I'ma be T from the S.U.C., pay dues got stripes that be ranks That boy G-R-A-C
