[Z- Ro]
If somebody got a problem with
me, come and address it
If the shoe fits it then walk
in it I'm talkin to Texas
See I'm from a section where we
kid each other for practice
So I keep grenades and a chopper
right under my mattress
Please don't let the gold
and the diamonds fool you
I promise it's nothin for
your family to lose you
It's just when you speak to me watch ya tone,
call the chief on the phone
Bring the beef to your home,
make you sleep under some stones
Z- Ro the Crooked,
but you faggots already know my name mayne
Know you'd love to catch me slippin
in the turnin lane mayne
Fuck a rap tuck my strap right
in back of my britches
I'm just rappin to pay my lawyer
for creatin a witness
I done smoked somebody befo'
and smokin's a bad habit
They say it always take you to your casket,
but fuck death
Cause I ain't scared,
bitch I'm ready to fly
But until I go I'ma murk niggaz and get
my fetti right now
I was livin in, I didn't
have a clear vision then
I needed ends cause there
was no residence for me to sleep in
Nigga the streets raised me, man
they played me sometime
But a real nigga regroup relax and take
this back on his grind
I was gifted with a sick grip game,
and it stick to the spoon
Plus I'm gifted at spittin make my vocals
click to a tune
Bitch I'm schizophrenic,
I probably won't stick to this mood
Hope I don't lose it 'fore I have
to bring this brick to this dude
I heard some niggaz got somethin to
say 'bout me back in the hood
Can't be Mo City,
cause everyday I'll be back in the hood
And we can scrap or we can take
it to the straps in the hood
You get your stuff or be murdered
and won't be back in the hood
Same way I stack the republic
I'm just like that in the hood
Bring to you a hat in public or a hat
in the hood
Niggaz say Rap- A- Lot ain't payin
me like I ain't got nuttin
If six figures is bein bent
over, I'm lovin the fuckin
[Chorus] [Z- Ro]
All you
niggaz that
talk down,
just might get walked down
Become another statistic and down
these war grounds
Nigga pull up your hands, just
look at each other
But guaranteed to beat up a bitch
he gon' wanna make me suffer
So I shoot first,
look at his head burst, bleedin
And exit to dig a ditch that's even,
give me the reason
Promise I've been lookin
to get some stress off
I let the muh'fuckin mac- 11 hack
everything under the neck off
Used to be a problem child
now I'm a problem grown up
I done done some evil shit and one day
I'ma have to own up
But when I say somethin homey
I mean what I say
I'ma murder you straight up
or I can lean when I spray
Z- Ro the "fuck everybody" nigga
from Screwed Up Click
Now I ain't gon' let you bend over to
tie your shoes up bitch
I'ma launch a Bernard Hopkins
type of blow in your jaw
That's the way I police my perimeter,
Ro is the law
Z-ro 
