| You can get your shit, and shoot-shoot all days up
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| But I don’t give a fuck, cause ain’t nobody gonna touch me
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| I bet you, I be standing in the end
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| I gotta remain living, and counting Benjamins
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| Do I fuck with laws naw, I don’t fuck with Paul Wall
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| And I’m riding in some’ing big enough, to get rid of all y’all
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| Whenever I get to wrecking, I might keep my flow slow like
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| Big ass momentary kush, and a codeine cup with no ice
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| Flow nice with the pen and pad, and dangerous with that op top
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| I’m also known to paint stains, that bang and make your house rock
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| Make a mouth drop, whenever I’m seen bending a corner
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| Put my shit in park and hop out, and just might take someone to the corner
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| What’s cracking that six cracking, that’s what that do
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| My body got tattoos, mainly cause my track blue
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| Get a millnuver or ruger, from a Hoover as he maneuvers
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| I run to ya as I do ya, your boxing game is straight manure
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| Been the King of the Ghetto, since 1999
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| I remain groove in my kingdom, with my nine right by my side
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| I lay and wreck, your motherfucking chest at
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| Get ready for this right here, I’m about to leave you breathless bang
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| They say my attitude is grass, but that shit just make me laugh
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| Now shut up before I pull out my piece, and plug you in your calve
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| And if you ain’t by yourself, I’ll wipe out your whole staff
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| And even a nickname for me, I’m still gon have the last laugh
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| So fuck with me if you want, I’ma put you to bed
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| And pretend I’m a pilgrim on Thanksgiving, and butcher your head
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| This is a freestyle, cause it come from the top of my head
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| Meanwhile there’s a light shining, on top of my led
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| You ask why, cause I’m trying to see with it
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| And it don’t matter where I’m at, whether private or public I’ma be with it
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| So I hold down the hammer, and I let myself go
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| Since my fingerprints ain’t on the bullets, they’ll never know it was Z-Ro
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| That’s right I sneak around, like a thief in the night
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| Knuckle up with me, if you want you’ll lose your teeth in a fight
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| Cause I’m grown man, in a couple of months I’ll be back home man
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| Traveling the way a king suppose to travel, over grown man |