Z-Ro - Betta Watch lyrics

(feat. Lyrical 187, Mussilini, Tonka)

[Hook: Tonka]

Better watch your feddy mayn, better watch your back mayn

Better wear your vest to protect your chest, so protect your brain mayn

Better watch your slab mayn, better watch your gal mayn

Better watch your partna's partnas, and some of they partnas mayn

[Lyrical 187:]

I got a letter from the President yesterday, guess what he had to say

It seem like somebody, been talking a lot

Trying to pull the big guns out put em in they mouth, show em that we don't play boy

Round here we bleed the block syrup and pop rocks, hoes in the club jump around and bunny hop

Presidential boys 187 it don't stop, we can turn the lights out turn this bitch out

I'm what you mo'fuckers been waiting for, like the messiah coming back for more

But this time I got the tools with, and my starters off the bench

And you know, we plan to run the score

Fuck y'all niggaz that hate my niggaz, you can get the dick and the nuts and the trigga

Say it again, you can get a dick and a nuts and the trigga and a shank to the liver

Dirty Southside Houston Texas, Hiram-Clarke and Ivas baby

Via 3rd Ward, 5th Ward, South Park, Trinity Gardens, Greenspoint and Poke Island

Look at all these playas around me, thug niggaz hustlers ballers and G's

My niggaz in the hood with wood grain, stable Cadillacs make you fall to your knees

My bitches in the club with love for young thugs, that love for young girls

That be fucking em in the club, will make twenties take em and make em aware

Introduce em, to the best of both worlds

Ain't nothing wrong with going home with, two or three lil' mamas at three in the morning

Waking up cooking eggs and yawning, dipping in the stash spots and do-do calling

[Hook x2]

[Mussilini:]

Slow motion is how we tip, when we feeling the groove

Bust bout nine nuts last night, and still in the mood

Young ignant dude, never hesitating to make more than I already got

Don't trip you already shot, might stand on the cutters when I flip in the drop

No probation'll ever stop me, cause by God I'm blessed

Got mo' jacksons than Pesci, mo' grass than the Fertile Crescent

Stay on note, and stay receiving mo' Wayans than Keenan

The lyrical semen, born in the morning die in the evening

Already colder than colder, still a damn thang holder

Might uh come and clear out your block, like a wet up Iraqi soldier

Jay freed it and ery'thang, bling-bling on e'ry ring

Piece and chain hang down, to my god damn shoe strings

I'm with that Lyrical 1-8-siete, and the awesome vete

Deuce shooter cocking a nueve, and myself alvete

I'm el soldado, no problem when I pop collars all about dollars

Mo' violence in Impalas we be top notch scholars, leaning with rotweilers breeded ballers

I think I'm losing my mind sometimes, laws hating rent pass due

And I can't find no pine, right now I don't mind dying

So I'm the worst cat to be around, get to tripping my hands twitching

Everytime I see a gun, (see a gun)

So ya better watch your feddy mayn, better watch your back mayn

Better be on note, cause these young folks is always strapped mayn

Better watch your feddy mayn, better watch your back mayn

Better be on note, cause these young folks pack K's in Lacs mayn

[Hook x2]

[Lyrical 187:]

Strapped and ready for drama, lil' mama think she got a fool for the dollar

I tell her bitch please, scream I could make you holla

If I pull up a semicon, and toss up a bottle of gin

Straight out the bar, and invite a few friends

Niggaz that don't mind dying, niggaz don't bar

Taking your life away, drinking the night away

Put the weed down, give the laws the right-away

Fuck you bitch niggaz, did I say it the right way

Just might see me, rolling down the highway

Real country niggaz, might call it a by-way

Sitting sideways, in a big-big body

Rolling solo, but I got my shotty

I don't really, wanna hurt nobody

I'm lying, if it goes down I'm killing everybody

Then back to the H-Town, rolling up blunts

Puffing on the highway, bang in the trunk

Blazing the skunk, drank in the cup

Southside niggaz, on purple stuff

I already know, you done heard enough

1-8-7, quick to call your bluff

Them Presidential boys, banging it rough

Y'all know, y'all can't fuck with us

Like banging a neon, into a bus

You ain't know, that's fucked up

You better make sure, your vest strapped up

You better make sure, that safety work

You better make sure, when the laws come

You don't know that was, that put your nuts in the dirt

In the meanwhile, keep your head down

When I come around, keep your mouth closed till I'm gone

Better yet, move around bitch niggaz

Cause I'm tried of talking bout y'all, in this song

[Hook x2]