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[Z-RO Talking] Guess who's back? (HAY) [laughs] That's right, king of the ghetto (HAY) The Mo city don, Z-RO the crooked (That's Right) That's my mothafuckin name nigga (that's right, that's right) And I'm representing (WHAT) Assholes By Nature (Nature) Screwed Up Click, all mothafuckin day long till the casket drop (Real talk nigga) Nigga, I'm doin this shit for DJ Screw (HAY) Nigga, I'm doin this shit for Big Hawk (HAY) Nigga, I'm doin this shit for Big Steve Mafio-so (HAY) We doin this shit for Big Mello (WHAT) Know what I'm talkin bout, I'm doin this shit for Pimp C, nigga (Real talk) That's right... All the mothafuckin fallen soldiers in the game, nigga (Know what I'm talking bout) It's real out here in these mothafuckin city streets, nigga (That's alright) Huh, me? I'm representing Mo city, nigga Rich Motofo to be exact That's what's up for me, nigga By dueces to the crip nigga till the casket drop, nigga to the world blow (HAY) Know what's I'm talking bout? I ain't set tripping no nigga, I be getting this goddamn breed That's what it's about to me, nigga (HAY) So back back and uh, I'm a show you how to do this shit one time, you know what I'm talking bout It's my new shit nigga called Crack Why it's called Crack? (HAY) Letras de cancionesCause it's the new word, nigga (HAY) Getcha hoota ready to blaze, nigga (NIGGA!) [Rapping:] I try to beat my felony but I lost that case So well, I went to jail and I lost that weight Met a couple dime pieces but I'm true to one woman I could spot a devil with breast when I see one coming What's the matter, y'all acting like y'all mad I'm free Like to see me suffering, is what you glad to see (bitches) Newsflash: I ain't been doing bad in so long Making money in prison like I was still at home Got a few mo vechile, that super size my house Made a call to Paul Wall and he re-did my mouth Know you wonder why I'm the most hated rapper down south I'm so deep they can't reach what I be talking about With the same size foot you couldn't fill these shoes You ain't gotta be a crip for you to dig these blues Where the playa haters at, it's time to hate me again Same pistol, yeah it's dusty without safety again Same snub coll 8 5 7 ain't nothing changed I ain't looking for no trouble just protecting my brain I don't need to reach out and touch ya, stay out of my range If you don't give me a reason, I ain't goin murder you maan I'm the new Crack, put me on yo hoota and blaze me You ain't even gotta re-smoke, just smoke me daily If ya lookin for a buzz, this the wrong CD Homie, don't press play, unless you ready to O D All my people love my music, but they don't think I'm a thug Even the kids listen, but they don't think I'm a drug In reality I'm an addiction, but that's a good thang Not on for television, I'm a world wide hood thang Reppin stars, and dealers moving my shit Bootleggers ain't got the good wheel, but it's too hard to call it well And if you got the nerve to call me underground, nigga please Here goes fourteen new songs, overdose on these From Letras Mania