Z-Ro

Z-Ro - Up In My Face lyrics

(*Talks*)Don't these niggas know we murder niggas for real man? (*Sings*)Fucking around with Z-Ro nigga ya dead wrong (dead wrong) dead wrong (dead wrong) (*Talks*)Know I'm saying, when I walk in the motherfuckin club niggas be hatin, but guess what I see though. (*Sings*)I see some niggas tonight that should be having they head stomped (head stomped) head stomped (head stomped) Z-Ro Verse: Excuse me, get off my motherfuckin toes I ain't got no love for you motherfuckin hoes Raise up, 'fore a nigga blaze up I'd be the nigga that'll tear yo face up With a left, a right, I'm out-of-sight, I'm boss I don't give a fuck, you see me flippin when I floss Riding with the Trae, riding with the Jay'ton Riding with my brother, brother, then we be on On a money making mission, Stackin our feddy The world ain't ready, so heavy like a Chevy Slow it down going down, we gon put it up If you talking shit to us bitch, we shoot it up Talking bout yo block now, I be riding with my glock now It's non-stop now, around the clock now Gotta get my motherfucker paper Stacking up my chips like Lego Hey ho, I just want some brain That's that nigga Trae, that's my right-hand man. Man, Nigga we gotta master plan. Nothing but thousand dollars spreads up in our hands Fuck going to jail, gotta make bail We living in hell, so what the fuck oh well And I don't give a damn, as long as a nigga stay free Out here sippin codiene blowing on tree At ease, motherfucker, just relax In my pocket, I gotta bunch of green backs And that's fact, I wouldn't tell no lie If you run up, I put a swoll on your eye Don't even try to run up on that water I beat the nigga like a motherfuckin motor Like a transmission, and I'm standing up hustlin On the motherfuckin corner and I'm scufflin To get my motherfuckin cheese my motherfucking bread And you get one up in yo head If you running up, trying to take what mine. And in my fucking pant's line, I got that iron. Under my elastic, I'll put flowers up in a basket For a bastard, to get his ass kicked Try to fuck around with nigga that roll with plastic. Yeeaaahh.... (*Talks*)Alright, Know I'm saying (*Sings*)I don't know why motherfuckers up in my face bumping they gums. Lately.. (*Talks*)All that gum, and then he said here (*Sings*)I don't know why motherfuckers up in my face bumping they gums. Yeeaahhh....Lately...What the fuck do you want with me? (*Talks*)Feel me (*Sings*)S.U.C. (*Talks*)That's my clique (*Sings*)S.U.C.. (*Talks*)That's my fam. (*Sings*)And it can't stop... (*Talks*)Till I D-I-E (*Sings*)Fuck around, In HTOWN... (*Talks*)Texas (*Sings*)OOOooo... (*Talks*)Alright, that's how we gonna ride out with this shit. Hos know, niggas know. Know I'm saying, we don't give a damn. And I just did that off the top of my head. (*Sings*)Leave a nigga dead... From that Lex, (From that Lex) when you finish it (when you finish it) Put him underground (ground), where he can't make a sound (can't make a sound) We don't give fuck (We don't give fuck), cause we ride on buck (we ride on buck) In a trophy truck (trophy truck), leave a nigga stuck (leave a nigga stuck). ...OOOooo... (*Talks*) Alright, and we gon ride out (ride out), slide out (slide out), ride out (ride out), know I'm saying. You gotta do it right when you do the ride out. Yeah nigga, 2K3 we do our dirt but we hide it like a bottle of cyanide. We on the South-sill fa-lil, bitch. Guess that's just how it is. Fucking with us southside niggas. Fuck it, I guess that's just how it is man. We don't give a damn though. Niggas gonna have to make way for us fool. Cause guess what... (*Sings*)You can...Keep watching, keep peeping, ya still sleeping, on the weekend. But we be up and we be woke... (MUSIC CUTS) (*Talks*)Damn the beat gone? Fuck the track, let's go to the next one. (Thanks to Scrooge for these lyrics)

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