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Z-Ro - R U Down lyrics
f/ Guerilla Maab [Z-Ro] Stained all broke ass niggas in my mix, mix [Z-Ro] I heard a stranger say geurilla till I die but motherfuckers be claiming A name in vein nigga you ain't never witnessed the pain But I got a diploma for making bitch niggas hold they jaw When I pull a nine out, I'ma find out witch nigga told the law When my homie was located incarcerated and simming on one It's like going from heaven to slum, motherfucker now you know This is dedicated to you, dear bitch This is dedicated to the coward niggas of your click Then jamming out killing to go and get the motherfuckers but they fin to feel approach from behind For the mighty motherfuckin power ranger danger becuase of my anger Never been stranger to run in the chamber so run Or I'll be coming across the chamber with my gun No coming back, welcome to my world, I'll show you pain you never seen Or slapping patches out of niggas and we mean it when we scream it Never be given a good god damn so don't they go and get us started Now it's time to show these niggas we the hardest all I want to know is are you down [Chorus - 2x] How many niggas want to ride with me They say my mob is a threat to society Because we mobbing in masks Get the gauge and we blast And quick to put a motherfucker on his ass Are you down [Trae: Geurilla Maab] Now which one of you niggas is fake and tell me which one of you niggas are real I might now find out now but I guarantee if you cause me then I got your grill Cause I don't feel, a nigga should chill, with me still For me, smile in my face and stabbed me in my back seat Obviously, that nigga ain't down with me And he ain't who he claim to be, but it ain't no game to me I take it seriously, and keep my eyes on my motherfucking enemies [Geurilla Maab] Got to keep my distance g, cause i know they plotting on me To set me up for a homicide or robbery But it ain't no thang to me, cause I got my family Killa Klan and Geurilla Maab coming cotastraphy You get snatched if we, feel you less than a man I'm in a clan where niggas trained to kill with that by hand But they don't understand, untill they been there Are you down or what, cause if not than beware [Chorus - 2x] [Z-Ro Stained all broke ass niggas in my mix, mix [Z-Ro] Now most of the time I'm by myself cause all of my friends are fake How many more chins willI have to check untill the bones in my wrist and my fist finally break But I was born, as a child of the corn Now between heaven and hell I'm torn and trapped in a motherfucking storm I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die, my mind is constantly gone on fry You laughed when I bumped you off then I jumped you off thinking it's about time To close shop, get the nine glock, put a nigga in a pop box I need some gin, instead of rate the murder death kill of a nigga that really won't breath again But there ain't another nigga that's as cold as I And I'm gone hold on to my geurillas untill I'm told to die But motherfuckers be coming in sets when they be rolling by But motherfuckers are horizontal with a swollen eye I'ma keep me a lean on rubatussin, got to keep me a glock that I be busting I got to to keep my eyes open wider, motherfuckers be thinking they Mckeiver Pull a stunt got a trick up they sleeve hate me motherfuckers don't like breathing When a geurilla like me never be leaving I got a man with a verse that I be reading but are you down [Chorus - 4x] |
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