Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Long Time Lyrics

f/ Jay'Ton, Trae

 

 (*talking*)

 Here ye here ye, come one come all

 An nigga talking down on the Maab, bound to fall

 Know I'm saying, Z-Ro the Crooked

 Representing S.U.C., got my nigga Fred in this bitch

 My nigga Trae in this bitch, and we don't give

 A damn about you, that's why we fin to ride

 

 [Trae]

 I bet these boys, out here better recognize

 My team, Guerilla Maab until it's over

 Running bitch niggas over, beaming a glock like I'm a soldier

 Ready for war who that hating on Trae, and knowing they trash

 Throwing they ass up out my face, if they think of blocking my cash

 Mo' rocks than Damon Dash, independently I'm a threat

 AKA a vet, and spraying them niggas until they wet

 I ain't finished yet I'm a G, and I'm finishing what I started

 Half of these niggas out here be spitting bullshit, like they retarded

 Disregarded never, I'm better than the rest of the game

 You lame better read my chain, M double A-B be running thangs

 With my kin folk Ro dog, and the L dog

 Everytime let me tell y'all, we thoed I'ma swell y'all

 

 (*talking*)

 Well swell em up then

 Fuck these old PH bastard ass niggas

 Talking down on us, bet y'all can't walk down on us

 Nigga we strapped automatics, semi's and fully's

 

 [Hook]

 This one is dedicated, to them niggas that hate it

 It's been a long time, but we finally made it

 We the realest of the real, and we can never be faded

 It's been a long time, but we finally made it

 We the future of the funk, you punks is outdated

 It's been a long time, but we finally made it

 Breaking laws and jaws, cause you bitches is overrated

 It's been a long time, but we finally made it

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Presidential got a problem, with me making my cash

 Trying to starve a nigga out, and have me flat on my ass

 One hundred and sixty thousand, what they suing me fo'

 But since my shit's selling, you could never ruin me hoe

 25 hours a day, I be packing that lead

 Chasing paper so me and Fred, steady stacking our bread

 I understand that you bullshit niggas, done flip-flopped

 Trying to hold on to a nigga, hitching a ride to the top

 (and 97.9), the biggest hoes I know

 Now Walter D is my nigga, the rest of em be hating Ro

 What do you know, why these niggas all up in my face

 Back back I'm about two seconds, from catching a case

 When I walk up in the club, they act like they don't see me

 Nervous in my presence, praying that Z-Ro will take it easy

 I'ma take it hard, while I'm killing em softly

 Till they gone, they been hating us for way too long

 

 [Hook]

 

 [Jay'Ton]

 Slow Loud And Bangin in they face, and niggas acting like hoes

 I think it's cause we never went, when we be spitting out flows

 Got cash I'm sick with it, I spit it cause I'm a G

 It's the Jay'Ton, repping S.L.A.B

 With Ro Dog and Trae, my flag be doing great

 Undisputed like weight, when I'm upper cutting in your face

 Body blows and jabs, for niggas hating on S.L.A.B

 You come with that bullshit, guaranteed I'm beating your ass

 It been a long time, and we finally made it

 Hopped the slab off the AVE., and I finally sprayed it

 No more slanging on the block, cause the block got raided

 Like the point on the dice, I can never be faded

 

 (*talking*)

 Yeah, we ain't gon blow it though

 You know we got this hoe ass devil on our back

 On our motherfucking ass, that nigga can't face up

 With a real nigga though, know I'm saying

 Nigga know he talk shit, so I be spitting

 All motherfucking day long, but it's still God first though

 This whole ass world got me this way, you know I'm saying

 Bout paper, this motherfucking K, motherfucking Tre-8

 This 4-5, 4-4, shit it goes on and on and on

 Talking down on us nigga, you getting 17 hundred to the dome

 So I know u gon be gone, you know I'm saying

 Fred get your bread, Trae pass that motherfucking K

 And let's roll, I'ma continue to blow dro, and we out this bitch