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Z-Ro - R.I.P. 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 |
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