Z-Ro - Intro (Melting The Crown) lyrics
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Uh, tell me what's goin' on, we can't all have bricks
Somebody gotta have the stone
Tell the truth, yeah, I feel like just makin' songs
How the fuck you gotta trap if you ain't even got a home?
They claiming their king the ruler
They claiming they Big Meech
How the fuck is that when their people be nibbling while they eat?
We want all that, we want all this
My niggas, we gon' get all these
Name brand everythang on my body
We ain't fuckin' with tall tees
If I'm driving, we all driving
If I'm fuckin', we all fuckin'
If I'm beefin', we all beefin'
So if I'm dumpin', then we all dumpin'
This my world, and I'm king, homie
Got a kilogram on my ring, homie
I'm ridin' dirty, but I'm clean, homie
Yo bitch is stupid if she ain't up on me
Ain't borrowin' nun', I ain't need a loan
The TV screen what you see me on
Trapper died get my Young Jeezy on
5k1 niggas I leave alone
Homie, where that Jag' at?
The one that you was rappin' bout?
Where 'em Louie bags at
The ones you get 'em stacks up out?
I got all 'em bricks, you know
The ones that you was askin' bout
Couldn't see my shit with a paired binoculars
A telescope, plus yo glasses out
I ain't tryna hear it if it ain't about no bread
Matter fact if it ain't 50.000
Ain't gettin' outta my bed
Enough said
(Interlude)
Go to the shooting range fo' what?
I don't waste bullets fo' nothin'
They just fo' brains and guts
Since I'm pimpin', homie
You can win an amazing slut
Whateva you wanna do to that hoe
Long as you pay the slut
(Verse 2)
They say the blacker the berry then the sweeter the juice
But I'm from the street military, I chop down trees from the root
Ain't nothin' sweet about this fruit
You take one bite of this and you dead
Nigga, be kin to me and fuck ova me
I'll put a halo ova yo head
Right after they give me dab like a muthafucka
Now they wanna hit me with the strap like a muhfucka
Murder at me fo' just ova a stack like a muhfucka
Neva face to face, it's from the back like a muthafucka
Wanna go to heaven, but too scared to die
My wings spread eagle fashion, I'm prepared to fly
Whoeva said Z-Ro was not the truth, they sell a lie
I got a lotta shit to say, run up and say it right nah
Third Ward,everyday, I'm in the bottom tryna find ya
Pep talkin' turned to flee bargain and when I'm right behind ya
Respect me and only, I neva respect a vagina
You smellin' like a pussy, my nigga, you need a gush
I ride a Bentley, bitch, a bicycle, need a push
I got a real trap house, I let you hustle out the bush
Ride 40 dolla wholesales, you a muthafuckin' smoker
We laughin' at ya, you just a 40 year ole' joker
I'm Screwed Up Click, South Park Coalition and the Killa Clan
Won't go and find murder, but I really know how it feels
To kill a man, but I don't wanna kill again
But I won't hesitate to leave ya breathless
Since they say in Houston, well, that must make me Texas
(Interlude)
Muhfuckas wanna see me die
Muhfuckas shoulda know by now
(I'm un-muthafuckin' stoppable)
I can't be stopped and they just don't know why
Muhfuckas shoulda know by now
(I'm un-muthafuckin' stoppable)
Wonder why AK get a piece of the pie
Muhfuckas shoulda know by now
(I'm un-muthafuckin' stoppable)
To tell the truth, I'm just one hell of a guy
Muhfuckas shoulda know by now
(I'm un-muthafuckin' stoppable)
Thanks to Chase for correcting these lyrics
