Z-Ro

Z-Ro - Intro (Melting The Crown) lyrics

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(Verse)

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

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