Mo City Don Freestyle
(*talking*)Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'allBeen waiting on this here, yeah shitR.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, GatorAll the fallen soldiers man, SouthsideEastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm sayingAll my partnas, all your dead partnasBut shit I still feel stress, still gotta get somethingOff my chest, while these hoe niggaz be doing whatThey be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck itWe gon stay two deep in a fo' do'[Z-Ro]Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunkTrunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punkI blow on skunk, I blow on dojaMilitary minded, I'm a motherfucking soldierOut the streets, of the Ridgemont 4Not no bitch, and say I still ain't a hoeLetting niggaz know, everyday of the yearI pimp my pen, and I get my point clearWhy niggaz wanna talk down, I don't knowGotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4With my 4-4 on my side, when I rideReady to do another homicide, in a pine boxAnd I'm gone, nigga old gloryI'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert HorryIf I do a murder, flee the murder sceneNo missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no leanFrom Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's about war not bout peaceNigga like me, I'm bout knocking out teethKnow I'm saying, I'll loose your grillA nigga coming down, in the Coupe DevilleLooking gravy, looking real throwedI'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross roadWith my K on my side, I'm ready to rideAnd if I gotta go, it'll be a homicideMe and another nigga, on the way to the Golden GateA nigga like me, can't waitJust to make it, to another dayGotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my wayWhen I come around your corner, so slowIt'll be the nigga, in the damn PoloThat's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barringWhy I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreignSaid it like I said it, in the old schoolSome niggaz they be red, but Z-Ro blueI come around your corner, but I ain't set trippingBut I will, wet niggaz and wet womenWith the calico, I had to let a motherfucker knowThat I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'A fox photo, cause I do it in a flashNigga watch out, cause that could be your assI rhyme so long, rhyme so strongI flicks my bar, sip then I swoll onGet on, the motherfucking benchAnd when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fenceThey wonder where I went, they keep lookingI don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hookingOr maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finishI'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinachI'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the NileMillion dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smileLook and load a, nigga ashtrayEverytime he smile, he can turn the night to dayYou can open up the pop, and let the smoke come outWe don't give a damn, bout a crooked ass copCrooked officer, crooked officerMake a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of yaMe and Dougie, my motherfucking brotherR.I.P., to my motherfucking motherThat's the Dorothy Marie McVay MatthewThere's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking shoeI gotta be a man, hope you understandThere's nothing but the work, and the calico in my handOn a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiendA real live B-Boy, and you know what I meanI be stacking up chips, like LegoDark on a pump, just like Calvin KatoHouston to the Rocket, a four-peat like CometsI don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomitOn the grind, I'ma take a trip on GreyhoundI be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the groundHeaded to Lake Charles, or headed to LafayetteMaybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yetI gotta make a hoe I-10, I sinThen I, do it againI get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking Benz-eGot these hoes running round, in a friendseI be busting full clips, till they emptyA piece of potent pussy, might tempt meRain is trying to send me, to the PenitentiaryThe main reason why, I ain't friendlyI'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn slaughterDejaun in the back, and he got the camcorderRecording everything, the 4's gon swangStill pulling up, on Fondren and the MainLooking lovely, got to look goodI throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hoodNever been a hoe, I'm letting hoes knowI gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-OL-D, a motherfucking plackI keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the backAnd I use my, motherfucking toolMake her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule
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