[Z-Ro:]
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If somebody got a problem with me, come & address it
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If the shoe fits it then walk in it I'm talkin' to Texas
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See I'm from a section where we kid each other for practice
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So I keep grenades & a chopper right under my mattress
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Please don't let the gold & the diamonds fool you
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I promise it's nothin' for your family to lose you
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It's just when you speak to me watch your tone, call the chief on the phone
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Bring the beef to your home, make you sleep under some stones
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Z-Ro the Crooked, but you faggots already know my name mayne
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Know you'd love to catch me slippin' in the turnin' lane mayne
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Fuck a rap tuck my strap right in back of my bridges
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I'm just rappin' to pay my lawyer for creatin' a witness
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I done smoked somebody before' & smokin's a bad habit
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They say it always take you to your casket, but fuck death
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'Cause I ain't scared, bitch I'm ready to fly
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But until I go I'm a murk niggas & get my fetti right now.
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[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
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I'm A Soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster
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Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer
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But I'm a keep on thuggin' like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta.
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[Z-Ro:]
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Look at the conditions I was livin' in, I didn't have a clear vision then
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I needed ends 'cause there was no residence for me to sleep in
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Nigga the streets raised me, man they played me sometime
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But a real nigga regroup relax & take this back on his grind
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I was gifted with a sick grip game & it stick to the spoon
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Plus I'm gifted at spittin' make my vocals click to a tune
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Bitch I'm schizophrenic, I probably won't stick to this mood
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Hope I don't lose it 'fore I have to bring this brick to this dude
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I heard some niggas got something to say 'about me back in the hood
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Can't be Mo' City 'cause everyday I'll be back in the hood
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And we can scrap or we can take it to the straps in the hood
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You get your stuff or be murdered & won't be back in the hood
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Same way I stack the republic I'm just like that in the hood
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Bring to you a hat in public or a hat in the hood
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Niggas say Rap-A-Lot ain't payin' me like I ain't got nuttin'
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If 6 figures is bein' bent over, I'm lovin' the fuckin'.
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[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
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I'm A Soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster
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Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer
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But I'm a keep on thuggin like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta.
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[Z-Ro:]
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All you niggas that talk down, just might get walked down
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Become another statistic & down these war grounds
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Nigga pull up your hands, just look at each other
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But guaranteed to beat up a bitch he gon' wanna make me suffer
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So I shoot first, look at his head burst, bleedin'
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Exit to dig a ditch that's even, give me the reason
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Promise I've been lookin' to get some stress off
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I let the muh'fuckin' MAC-11 hack everything under the neck off
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Used to be a problem child now I'm a problem grown up
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I done done some evil shit & one day I'm a have to own up
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But when I say somethin' homey I mean what I say
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I'm a murder you straight up or I can lean when I spray
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Z-Ro the "fuck everybody" nigga from Screwed Up Click
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Now I ain't gon' let you bend over to tie your shoes up bitch
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I'm a launch a Bernard Hopkins type of blow in your jaw
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That's the way I police my perimeter, Ro is the law.
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[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
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I'm A Soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster
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Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer
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But I'm a keep on thuggin like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta.
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I'm A Soldier
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| Z-Ro |
