Z-Ro - Free Style lyrics

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[Hook - 4x] I done linked up, with Presidential [Lyrical 187] In H-Town where I come from, there's syrup in the cup Grill in the mouth, big wheels on the bus Where niggaz put it down, and these hoes will fuck You cross that thin line, and you will get touched 1-8-7 I'm telling you, one time is enough Leave your kids at home, cause it might get rough I wreck the mic, like I'm driving drunk on the bus And hit the highway, gotta refill my cuts Out of town, we got the best numbers going round Boys come from Canada, and sco' it by the pound Sounds like another one, Presidential big guns Cocked and loaded, ready cause the battle has begun You niggaz ain't heard yet, them boys on shine Got the do-do in the limo, sitting behind eight mile We put it down down here, on the grind round here If you don't know, you will by this time next year [Hook - 4x] (Big Pokey *Scratching*) Still off the chain St-st-st-still off the chain - 2x [Kevo] Young Fever, M-S-P my team (get it right) Game dirty, but my name stay clean (all night) I keep a nine cocked, locked on the beam Look don't get your head, knocked on the scene You cats couldn't knock, Kevo out the groove Now I'm fever, block bleeder bitch move You can find me on Southcoast, stoke (uh-huh) Your baby mama, bout to shine my spokes (get it nigga) Gun smoke, got my lungs on choke (I'm real) Got my pint by the neck, the head poke (I'm still) Presidential is the home, of my sound (that's word) It's only right, that I hold shit down (it's my turn) I'm tired of niggaz, steady yelling out Spre's They got revolver kits, that bitch sexy please You motherfuckers can't see me with me a flashlight (chamill nigga) You wanna step to Fever, nigga get your cash right (I'm here nigga) [Hook - 4x] I done linked up, with Presidential (Mussilini) [Mussilini] Man look I be flipping, Expedition Six wood tipping, that boy must of been fishing Cause he pull out so, many keys Man hold up, I got so many G's I'm from the Clark-a, pull up in the blade in New York-a Wetter than a snorkeler, that boy's just like a shark-a I be sniping on boys, straight strifling boys Letting em know I come through, windshield wiping them boys Getting the mouth on it, hollin' at my partna Tony It's that Lil' Mu', got head in the Sony Deck, that boy be wrecking I chin check Young niggaz that, don't show respect I pull up real fast, with a black ski mask That boy go so long, they call him Everlast Enerjog Energizer, man I get wiser Break them boys off, I'm the mic chestiser [Hook - 4x] I done linked up, with Presidential (Big Pokey *Scratching*) Still off the chain St-st-st-still off the chain - 2x [Big Pokey & (H.A.W.K.)] Still off the chain Sensei, keep it real in the game Nigga trying to get a mill, in the game (already) Me and Ro, we some real with this thang Getting locked, now I kill on your dame (already) You know, she like the wheels on the Range You tripping, cause I'm still on my brain You don't like it nigga, deal with it mayn (already)