Lyrics:
[Z-Ro]
Bout time, they opened up the do' for Z-Ro
Cause I've been dropping hits, since ten years ago
Trying to do it legal, and not slang yayo
If
on deck
They gave cuz seven flat, how many niggas goin' rat
Check my tats, ya never heard of dis ya suppose to man
It had to fair, now I meet the family
the trixter,
You come to my section like you are a visitor
And yes I am the BOSS like the inquisitor,
[7}
My soul is 400 years old, so when I sneeze you bet
my bitch a Birkin bag
Whats it gonna take
For me to get some love round here
24/7 every day of the year
I've been working nigga
And I had to make it
turned to dust.
“Remember not long ago
you were little things were easy,
remember you’re worrying yourself into an early grave,
Oh what a shame dying by
[Repeated in background]
Shady
She can find over the years since I have last seen her
Its been some time
I've dreamed up this day
She don't
her volunteer
Tie me up, watch me break free
I’ve been bit by a bitch
I got rabies
Now I’m shaking with a twitch
Can u save me
She salivating from my
seven years been going strong
Still ain't made no money move, do I need to move on
Face cute and lashes too, I like how your lashes long
I like your
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Seven years passed, now
copycats
Copy raps, I will not be that, I'm y'all ass 24/7, 10/4 copy that
Aftermath in this bitch nigga, what you gon' do about it huh?
Nothing, yea,
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
impaired, like (Skurr!)
Decisions, decisions, being made by the best ever
Respect the lyrics of the BMW stretch 7, the choice is yours
We just formed a new
You don't wanna see me 7 feet deep
Covered in concrete
Throw me into the lake
Feel my eardrums break
Fuck me in the backseat
Turn me blind from
by 10 years.
Rather be the reason that you cry before I shed tears.
Rather be the reason that you die before I die here.
Eww , Eww.
Really don't
'Cause pride in my fairs, News Years to Hanukkah
The streets a death trap
Greet chickens to where I rest at
Chiba-trickin, now it's 3 positions, some even
to excel
Politicking amongst the wisest players
Stay in the cut, forever ganja-ed up
Private affairs, confide to my pairs
News Years to Hanukkah
The streets
breath, recess
We bless, mics, three times a day
Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels
Strictly laughing at MC's
Lyrics for years that
Woah, tats on my face I will never have a desk job
But I just got promoted by ya bitch, I got the head job
She ain't Jeff Bezos but I swear she got
niggas correspond, bitch
Kick the fuck out of the track on some Jean-Claude shit
Get the fuck out of the streets, nigga, I bomb shit
Shit ain't all good
3 cups of hen and I'm on one
Came with one bitch but want all of 'em
Let's ball or somthin'
(Shit, what they lip read?)
My dick and balls or somethin'
a bitch but I'm tryna be her big bro
Tip toe
Creeky floor
Sneaking out the window climbing down the vines
Put the car keys in go
Years seem to fly by but
getting split
Bag tucked under the sink
Put it all on my bitch
Match the Rick with the Pyer Moss shit
Godsent
Got the whole club moshin' Darell caught
the messenger
Bitch niggaz talk behind ya back like a catcher
Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher
In that order, man, woman ,son, daughter
The beat sound like
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