up in my face bumping they gums. Lately.. (*Talks*)All that gum, and then he said here (*Sings*)I don't know why motherfuckers up in my face bumping they
Every mornin' I wake up I start my day off wrong, Firin' up that kush before I even put my clothes on. Load my Glock .40 before I even wash my face, I
be nice, my face is frowned up everywhere I go, and I can't sleep nights I'm in my ride tryin to find my foes (Why You Be Trippin Z-ro?) [Verse 1:] They
a keep my gas in my tank Keep my money in my pocket I never leave it with hoes Put a ring on my own finger cause I sleep with Z-RO Homie I'ont giva fuck
struggle so I had to get out No doubt I'm bout my paper so I had to smash 150 on my dash So you know I'm rollin fast All about my cash [Z-Ro:] No weapon
Hold up Z-Ro the crooked aka king of the ghetto Screwed Up Click soldier for life Know what I'm talking about Mo-City stand up in this motherfucker Know
Z-Ro: Look i knew this fella named frank who had bank from pullin manuvers no descrimination for fity his brother will do ya His whole life he been broke
of that Bulgari glasses on my face, hand cannon on my waist Candy blue paint on my ride, Trouble in the front in the back is Grace Joseph McVey that's my name, and I taste diamonds in my
let him see my face and then I send him [Hook:] I'm a gangsta, pussy niggaz better stay up out my way Frown on my face, I'm holding my AK Handling bidness
a G But nevertheless, I'll say it again Z-Ro the Crooked know the key to survival, is fuck friends [Hook:] Friends, ain't no mystery why Z-Ro don't have
percent of my partnas are dead, the rest in prison All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision I never forget to mention, god damn these city streets [Z-Ro
[Talking:] King of Da Ghetto, what's up 'Face big homie [Z-Ro:] I greet the Father, on my knees With a bowed head and a humbled heart, my conversation
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
my people but I'm paranoid, walk up on me my pistol I'ma whip it out Can't trust nobody, from my friends to my kins If I can get up and go get mine, you
4] [Billy Cook:] Yeeeeeeah, I everlast I'm a R&B gangsta Oooooh, Z-Ro Billy Cook R&B gangsta Whooooa, yeeeeah [talking:] Feel that, Z-Ro the Crooked nigga Z-Ro
up and down the block, chasing change And off a million faces, there be a seven year case So we gotta be careful, when we slang [Z-Ro] It's the same
