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Hold up Z-Ro the crooked AKA king of the ghetto

Screwed Up Click soldier for life.

You know what I'm talkin' about?

Mo' City stand up in this muh'*****er.

You know what I'm sayin'?

My nigga Grady in this *****. What's up my nigga?

Huh, inside out, that boy Harlem done touch ground

Hold up man. You know what I'm sayin'? Redmond for life

Redmond riders nigga Redmond hard heads

Huh, ya'll feel me man, rest in peace to that nigga Goudy

That nigga LL man. You know what I'm sayin'?

Shit man it's *****ed up man

Rest in peace to to that nigga E-mar

We gon' hold it down. You know what I'm talkin' about?

And that's real talk.

25 Lighters on my dresser yes sir

Got a bad black ***** that drives a black inpressor

You know I'm smokin' on that herb

Every damn day just to calm my damn nerves

Screwed Up Click ain't never gon' switch

Nigga build a ditch for a muh'*****in' snitch

Talkin' to the laws given up info

Catch me at the pad black lamp or smokin' indo

Sippin' on drank on a whole litter

This for nigga moe I got a 9 millimeter

And a .45 I'm a keep it live

Do it in 08' like I did in 95'

That was the year I made it clear

Wrecken on the microphone to get away from here

I'm reppin' for the south with diamonds in my mouth

And diamonds on my hands & diamonds in my house

Shinin' so bright

Even in the night

Smokin' on cush. What the ***** is top flight?

I'm only on the good, ***** I wish you would

Keepin' it all world y'all keepin' it all hood

Tryin' to get paper pull another caper

Man my house is swoah something like Tony Drapper

Got to get my mill from my record sell

This time last year I was in a jail cell

Waitin' for commissary waitin' on mail call

Man I can't wait 'til I get free 'cause I'm a ball

Put it in they face free my partner Grace.

What's up to that Los what's crackin' 'cause I'm straight lase

What's up to that Pokey

What's up to that Woldy

Always kept it real never act like they ain't know me

Soldier Boy love Z-Ro is who I am

Back in the days signed with that x band

Me in that [?] & that Street Military

R I P Maleak in the day in the cemetery

But it ain't over chip on my shoulder

Catch me brand new candy blue range rover

Rollin' to the end my skin is my sin

And like Lil' Keke say it never will ever end

Gots to keep flowin' I'm a keep it goin'

Back in 92' I probably could kick your door in

Nigga lay it down lay it down you hoes lay it down

I reppin' for the South Side of that H-Town

Screwed Up Click until it's over with

AK with catch bag on my shoulder *****

You will die *****in' with that Ro

He ain't never been a ***** he ain't never been no hoe

Don't know how to be a broad don't know how to be a mark

I put the rubbers on 'cause it just turn dark

Mashin' on the gas pocket full of cash

Lookin' for a yellow bone ***** with big ass

I ain't disrespectin' just tellin' the truth

Y'all know how I do it when I gets up in the booth

I'm a go hard 'til I chip my *****in' tooth

In a fly murder 4 door of coof

Yeah I get my paper yeah I get my bread

I don't give a damn what you ***** niggas done said

Talkin' down on me 'cause I'm a get my spread

I ain't trippin' I'm in the kitchen whippin' up a batch

Batch of them pies for all the time guys

Watchin' out for the FED they be in disguise

Lookin' like G's lookin' like ballers

Lookin' like true money makin' shot callers

But them boys laws yeah that's them folks

I ain't trippin' 'cause I know it's hot on postoak

Back in the day I had a pocket full of rocks

24/7 365 around the clock

About to get paid stackin' up my paper

I hit a lick & then it's time for me to lay low

Just run on my screen on 360 playin' Halo

Hoes'll drop it like it's hot when ever I say so

'Cause I'm the man diamond on my hand

Got big bass in the back of the blue van

It's blue over gold the story been told

Benjamin Franklin & 2 blacks is in my wheel 4

My flow is real cold I ain't never been whacked

And thanks to Bun B & Pimp C I got 2 gold plaques

They hangin' on my wall pimp I miss you dog

Bun B ride for that boy & make them crawl

Do it for the south & do it for the Hawk

And who ever don't like it keep my dick up in they mouth

I'm Screwed Up Click 'til they lay me in my casket

I ride around Houston with that plastic

Hand on my steel wood grain wheel

You can [? ] with the diamond on my grill

You can hide behind the part the diamonds on my wrist

And can't nobody do it like me 'cause I do it like this

Ain't never had love for a *****

All I'm really tryin' to do is get rich

Tryin' to get my *****in' bread baby

Ride in mercedes I know a nigga hate me

But I don't give a damn nah I don't give a *****

Ridin' on draped up 26's on my truck

Hell yeah ***** I know they large

Got 3 foreign cars in my garage

I never sabotage my *****in' career

Had to make it clear & I shed another tear

But nigga I'm real bumper & the grill

When I do my music it's the music you can feel

'Cause I'm just a G ridin' one deep

And every time I ride I ride with gun on seat

Watchin' out for jackers 'cause I know they scopin'

Tryin' to leave a real niggas head wide open

Pullin' down swangers cause they ain't clackin'

I'm rollin' on 20 inch 4's ***** what happenin'

Lookin' so fly I don't smoke fry

Got to be a G 'til the day that I die

That's my big homey boy that Lil' Ke

Boy you know I love you it's you & me

In this damn thing we gon' do it for Screw

And do it for the side & I'm a do it for you

And you gon' do it for me it's S.U.C.

Screwed Up Click until I D I E

Nigga don't get me crunk watch me pop trunk

Smokin' on cush ain't never seen skunk

Man I'm so throwed caught me in the zone

I don't give a ***** about you callin' on my phone

I *****s with the stripper versace on my zipper

This the nigga Ro taper fade with the clipper

I brought my partner for my partner Paul

About to make a million dollars & buy the whole mall

Call that ***** Mo' Town & it's gon' go down

A couple of day from now I got a show in your town

And I'm a get paid & I'm a get laid

And every car I drive, candy paint gon' get sprayed

On the doors nigga & on the side dog

And I ain't scared I got Jesus on my side dog

Hit the church house & then go work out

And after that you it's time to pull the purp out

And I'm a roll one then I'm a smoke one

And I'm a roll one then I'm a smoke one

And I'm a roll one then I'm a smoke one

Now I'm out of my mind that's what that smoke done

But I'm a maintain still in the same game

But only thing ain't makin' the same change

I'm gettin' paid boy you better believe that

A Grammy on my shelf I'm a achieve that

'Cause I can do it nigga even though you say I can't

But I don't give a ***** about y'all I'm about my bank

I hope you feel that ***** look at you

You could put your wig back ain't nobody will be missin' you

You a hoe nigga not a role nigga

'Cause Z-Ro make more doe nigga

More versus more mixtapes more shows nigga

And I ain't ever at home I'm on the rode nigga

I'm chasin' fedi baby y'all ain't ready baby

Yeah I'm livin' like a mutha*****in' chevy baby

Or like a ford I'm buit ford ford tough

Blowin' on that real real purple purple stuff

Talkin' about that cush got it from the band though

Watch me come down with my pistol in my hand hoe

Don't run up on me if you don't want to get shot

I'm a grab my remote & give it all that I got

Hold up man hold up.

Bring that ***** back.

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