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Z-Ro - Dedicated 2 U lyrics
f/ Chris Ward [Z-Ro] Nigga you ain't my partna, but you never been Just wanted to get in the club, free you little low yellow bitch You ain't never been real, but it's evident You be looking to get your chest blown (boo-ya) Or are you use to walking the hallways Of your home, with a vest on Talking you come real, with the black steal But you ain't never seen no glock That's why Grady, checked your ass up out your hat Cause you never lived on our block But niggas be going off at the mouth And I'm so sick of these hoes acting shife Nigga really fin to lose, more than your teeth Fuck around and be looking for your life Cause I'm the nigga that showed you love It's best you keep your distance from me Even though we once was throwing up the same sign I'll put your bitch ass to sleep, remember I started the click you claim And you wanted to trip when I left Trying to catch me slipping in the truck on the titty You niggas to put one scar on my chest And a nigga would try to erase me, and that's a fact But if I gotta go, really I'ma be God damned, if my trigga finger, isn't pulling back Even if they fuck around and murder me, for the the thangs I spoke on I'm gonna be in the depths of hell, hollin' out fuck you as I smoke on [Hook] This is dedicated to you, dear bitch This is dedicated to the coward niggas of your click Welcome to my world, I'll show you pain you never seen it Slapping patches out of niggas, and I mean it, remember [Chris Ward] I know you smile in my face, full of jealousy and anger But the minute I turn my back, I know you shoot me the finger Whether you wanted to be my friend or foe, I know you ain't like me But when I refused to sign your contract, niggas started to call me shiesty But now one one of you niggas would fight me, even if you was jumping me You won't be to the end, I take your life and crumble your company When you first started off, I did all of your production for free But for the show date, you got everybody in the club except me What kind of hoe could you be, a bitch to the third degree That's why me and 3, ran up in your crib And wouldn't play, let you live If it wasn't for your cousin, cause for him I got love But Midas please quit fucking with them scrub ass Never show love ass, selling fake drug ass Fin to catch a slug ass niggas, and I bet I be the one behind the trigga Fin to put you in the dirt, till you get hurt, fucking around with the Network Deserve a motherfucking slug in the chamber And when I blast I'm screaming [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] When I be played up in my back, but in my face or ear to ear You must of heard of all the murders that we doing here Cause I could smell your fear And watch you coming, you can't fuck with a nigga from bud I'll leave laying on your back, with your body wide open Choking on your blood, I signed a contract that was about a year long But now its expired, how the hell you gon get some points off my song Bitch made nigga, show yo' face, even yo' nephew as well Fuck around and pistol play with me, and you won't live to tell Oh well, all I could say is I told you so Should of stuck with a bench nigga like me, just got plex You can't take it, talking bout what your pistol gon do to my chest Hold that down, you don't wanna fuck around, I'm quick to pull chrome But I'm more than words, up under your breath And run tell chickens what's going on Don't make me murder you nigga, you looking for me here I stand About six feet even, cocked and meant built twin glocks in my hand And to the niggas, that pulling the triggas on niggas like me Sho' nuff gon stall, but I'm ready for the match That's killing one more, one fall I'm killing on y'all Nigga, let's get ready to rumble [Hook - 6x] |
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