Z.RO

Dedicated 2 U

Z.RO


[Z-Ro] 
Nigga you ain't my partna, but you never been 
Just wanted to get in the club, free you little low yellow bitch 
You ain't never been real, but it's evident 
You be looking to get your chest blown (boo-ya) 
Or are you use to walking the hallways 
Of your home, with a vest on 
Talking you come real, with the black steal 
But you ain't never seen no glock 
That's why Grady, checked your ass up out your hat 
Cause you never lived on our block 
But niggas be going off at the mouth 
And I'm so sick of these hoes acting shife 
Nigga really fin to lose, more than your teeth 
Fuck around and be looking for your life 
Cause I'm the nigga that showed you love 
It's best you keep your distance from me 
Even though we once was throwing up the same sign 
I'll put your bitch ass to sleep, remember 
I started the click you claim 
And you wanted to trip when I left 
Trying to catch me slipping in the truck on the titty 
You niggas to put one scar on my chest 
And a nigga would try to erase me, and that's a fact 
But if I gotta go, really I'ma be 
God damned, if my trigga finger, isn't pulling back 
Even if they fuck around and murder me, for the the thangs I spoke on 
I'm gonna be in the depths of hell, hollin' out fuck you as I smoke on 

[Hook] 
This is dedicated to you, dear bitch 
This is dedicated to the coward niggas of your click 
Welcome to my world, I'll show you pain you never seen it 
Slapping patches out of niggas, and I mean it, remember 

[Chris Ward] 
I know you smile in my face, full of jealousy and anger 
But the minute I turn my back, I know you shoot me the finger 
Whether you wanted to be my friend or foe, I know you ain't like me 
But when I refused to sign your contract, niggas started to call me shiesty 
But now one one of you niggas would fight me, even if you was jumping me 
You won't be to the end, I take your life and crumble your company 
When you first started off, I did all of your production for free 
But for the show date, you got everybody in the club except me 
What kind of hoe could you be, a bitch to the third degree 
That's why me and 3, ran up in your crib 
And wouldn't play, let you live 
If it wasn't for your cousin, cause for him I got love 
But Midas please quit fucking with them scrub ass 
Never show love ass, selling fake drug ass 
Fin to catch a slug ass niggas, and I bet I be the one behind the trigga 
Fin to put you in the dirt, till you get hurt, fucking around with the Network 
Deserve a motherfucking slug in the chamber 
And when I blast I'm screaming 

[Hook - 2x] 

[Z-Ro] 
When I be played up in my back, but in my face or ear to ear 
You must of heard of all the murders that we doing here 
Cause I could smell your fear 
And watch you coming, you can't fuck with a nigga from bud 
I'll leave laying on your back, with your body wide open 
Choking on your blood, I signed a contract that was about a year long 
But now its expired, how the hell you gon get some points off my song 
Bitch made nigga, show yo' face, even yo' nephew as well 
Fuck around and pistol play with me, and you won't live to tell 
Oh well, all I could say is I told you so 
Should of stuck with a bench nigga like me, just got plex 
You can't take it, talking bout what your pistol gon do to my chest 
Hold that down, you don't wanna fuck around, I'm quick to pull chrome 
But I'm more than words, up under your breath 
And run tell chickens what's going on 
Don't make me murder you nigga, you looking for me here I stand 
About six feet even, cocked and meant built twin glocks in my hand 
And to the niggas, that pulling the triggas on niggas like me 
Sho' nuff gon stall, but I'm ready for the match 
That's killing one more, one fall I'm killing on y'all 
Nigga, let's get ready to rumble 

[Hook - 6x]