Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

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]