[Z-Ro:]
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The swisher papers got me dyin' so I practice smokin' squares
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And I see death around the corner so I'm quick to say a prayer
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Livin' my life on the corner with thugs sellin' my drugs known as a chiller
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But push my button watch your life 'cause I transform to a killer.
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Me sippin' the drink, me smokin' me dank, me tippin' me herb & formaldehyde
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Open it all of me niggas are ready to ride.
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Could I be innocent 'til proved guilty by Judge Judy?
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But the fact remains, they confiscated my weed & my Uzi
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Now I'm in correctional facilities, livin' raw
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Sharin' a cell with the niggas that I whupped on in the free world
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But ain't a god damn thing changed I'm still breakin' a jaw
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Ain't finna lose no sleep over nan one of y'all
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One of y'all with 4's could run up on me & I guarantee that one of y'all gonna fall
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I'm just here to do my time, not to trouble you
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But I'm a drop these jealous haters until they hear 1-9-3-2-0-7-0-6-8-T-W
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In the free world one more god damn gin, causin' havoc & fury
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I'm a be poppin' pills, smokin' that kill & for the members of the jury
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'Cause vengeance is mine, but I'm locked down, feelin' forsaken
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And my penis mightier than the sword because my tools have been taken
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Straight from the streets of Houston Texas yes my freedom they took it
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But muthafuckers can't take my will to survive nigga
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I'm Z-Ro The Crooked.
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[Chorus:]
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In the wicked world, here come the champion, look out, look out
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Abracadabra & runnin' with the gun in 'em hand, look out, look out.
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[Z-Ro:]
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Hallucinations are trickin' me, makin' me think I'm about to die.
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Could it be that fire that somebody really have a 3-54 plus 3 pointed at me?
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They givin' me stitches of rectangles & squares askin' me what does this mean to me
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But I'm ready for the combat give me my muthafuckin' law back
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Bitch I don't want no needles in me, y'all thinkin' I mean it, tryin' to do me
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In a room full of evil men takin' my mind to a place that I never been
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But I'm a soldier roamed the battlefield in the middle of the war
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You either have to die or have to kill, so I ain't guilty muthafucker
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Raise up off of my N U T's 'cause you can't harm me
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Everlastin' I'm ever blastin' I reckon you better get the army to swarm me
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Because the Indonesia cannabis helps me tackle the pain
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But I'm gettin' so weak because I'm shackled in chains
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Now my brain is goin' insane, feelin' like my spirit is about to get evicted
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'Cause I'm a victim of a world so wicked, time & time.
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I ask myself why did they turn the heat up? I was chasin' paper
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But niggas was jealous because they couldn't keep up
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I'm Z-Ro The Crooked.
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[Z-Ro talking:]
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I ain't ditchin' old punk ass nigga
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Look in my muthafuckin' eyes nigga
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'Til I die, I'm a be real.
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[Z-Ro:]
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Come load, show me a mercy overwhelmed in deep distress
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Although I realize it's nothin' but a test, but I can't take it
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'Cause my brain is goin' insane lately.
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See how many enemies that I have & how viscously they hate me?
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Deliver my life from they power forgive my sins, see my sorrow, feel my pain
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Let it never be said I trusted you in vein
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As long as I'm walkin' this Earth my problems go from bad to worse
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And I know it's gonna be that way until they lower my casket in the dirt
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But all I'm askin' for is just a little piece of mind
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And I know that if I keep the faith it shouldn't be hard for me to find
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But in my mind it's hard to turn the other cheek, could've been a wise man
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Because of the revelation of scripture that I speak
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Everyday for 20 muthafuckin' years
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A nigga been facin' so many fears & nothin' sheddin' so many tears
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But dear Sandra don't cry, all I can say is if they kill me I took it
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But even in death I'm victorious they couldn't fade me
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I was Z-Ro The Crooked.
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Z-Ro The Crooked
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