Z-Ro Lyrics

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RIP Lyrics

[Z-Ro talking]

 Z-Ro, the motherfucking Mo City don

 Sending this out to Ron fuck you

 Like my nigga mafiosos, you feel me

 Fuck all 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 number one head buster

 With a 4 pound glock ready to make the lead touch you

 Cause I shine like a 75 watt light bulb

 And if you cross over the line, then I might strike you

 I'm going grey, even though a nigga ball everyday

 Covered in ice, but ice can't take my problems away

 But it sure feel good to know that I can blow twenties

 Z-Ro a money making machine dollars no pennies

 Nigga please, it's me and my niggas my fucking g's

 R.I.P. to Robert Davis on a fresh set of 3's

 S.U.C. to the finish I'm going out with my men

 With a grenade in my hand I'm comig out with the pin

 It'll never be another Screw, kill that drama

 That was a man not the music, you can ask his mama

 I'ma mourn you, till I join you, up in heaven

 Mean while, I'm retarded with this ak47 and uh

 

 [Chorus - 2x]

 R.I.P., I be forever repping S.U.C.

 Until a nigga get to the tenth time

 Mash on the gas and I won't stop, baby

 

 [Z-Ro]

 What you know about the dirty south, the dirty fucking third

 Nigga fuck what you heard, D.P. on the corner rock for rocking a bird

 Here we had it pimping in Cheves and Testerosas

 Ro you only got two choices roll with us or get rolled over

 Giving a cold shoulder to them 5-O

 No liscense plate no registration smoking pino

 My nigga we some boss hogs one car taking up all four lanes

 Come at me wrong, I'ma have you taking off all your vains

 No plexing in Houston Texas got to the green leaving you breathless

 Ak'd up your chest nothing but a memory about breakfast

 So break fast, with your frosted and fake ass

 This ain't the boot nigga this H-Town we'll take your cash

 Niggas come against me, but get they ass out

 Seem like when I cut on the lights all the roaches scat

 And then I let go, because these haters in the way

 I'm trying to get stacks taller than Antou Sensi

 

 [Chorus - 2x]

 

 [Z-Ro]

 24/7 a nigga be out on the cut

 Don't got to hustle no more, but I just can't give it up

 Dropping niggas where they standing, with my man tanning

 You don't want to box a geurilla these hands steady be landing over and over

 Breaking up your gaurd, nigga fuck what you've been going thorugh

 Cause you's about to take it up with god

 Not a violent nigga, I'm a silent nigga

 But if you push my button I'll pull my ultra violet nigga

 And watch you shrivel up like salt to a snail

 Better keep it under your breath

 if you beefing I read these bitch niggas like braile

 I'm a soldier, and I'm united by the cash

 Feeling to move on because I've been indicted by the tash

 But I ain't gone run from it, I'ma ball in public

 When they run up on me pull my strap and ask them how they love it

 Kamakaze on you son of a bitches, I'm signing off

 Mean while I'm still in the trunk, knocking the lining off and uh

 

 [Chorus - 2x]

 

 [Z-Ro talking]

 First and Foremost, Z-Ro the crooked, what's up

 Hollering at all my real niggas, like I always do 

 Feel me, R.I.P. Dj Screw, feel me

 To all you fake ass niggas holding plex

 Hold this dick in your mouth, know I'm saying

 All that riff-raff, all you sherry temple ass niggas

 Y'all gone feel me, 2k2, I don't give a fuck where you at

 I don't give a fuck where you from, know I'm saying

 Better get back nigga, H-Town on lock