S.U.C. 4 Life
F/ K.T.(talking)Southsive for live, aka Southside for lifeZ-Ro, K.T., recognize my motherfucking team[Z-Ro]Let me introduce myself, I'm Z-Ro the Crooked, Mo City blockThe place that you don't want to go cause you'll get no pity blockWith drug dealers when we need some paperGet on the corner and we bleed till we fifty keep avoiding them hatersCause they keep dropping salt in the gameBumping they gums so they end up getting caught in the game, don't maintainHandle my business on the low-low, hit a lick and go to AkapokoSipping on moet and smoking ball bat to that dro and doe-doeJesus let me ball till I fall in the grave, doing it my wayAs a rich nigga and call it a day, I play with my KCause it ain't no people where I stayNothing but memories and blood stains of yesterdayHow can I make it to heaven if I be chilling in hellIf they can make a million you can make a million as wellUntil then, I'ma be making deals with the JamaicansS.U.C. to the finish until he call me in(Chorus)Recognize my team cause we got players that's gone representScrewed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for lifeAll I want is money chasing paper after dead presidentsScrewed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life[K.T.]You bet it's me, K.T., new S-U-S-P-E-C-TLiving better and cutting and trying to stack my currenciesStay alive, survive, the lord knows my soul purifiedAnd make a way for my family although I know they triedI'm doing bad, wishing for things that I never hadIt's my dad, drops and blue over gray ragUntil I make a million or more, I'ma smoke and leanAnd stack my green, until a player hit the floorWaking up calling shots, beam glocks, and doing showsGetting lifted on flows, six hundred, and hydroK.T. and Z-Ro, on a smash for creamSearching for dead politicians if y'all know what I meanA murdering team, spit my guillotine at you bustersOn the grind getting mine with the watch full of bezzelsM-O-B I would of team until my time is foulStack my paper, scream Presidential smoke weed and get high(Chorus)Recognize my team cause we got players that's gone representPresidential Player for life, I'm a Presidential Player for lifeAll I want is money chasing paper after dead presidentsPresidential Player for life, I'm a Presidential Player for life[Z-Ro]Ain't shit changed, my life is still about drugs and slugsYou could keep your lights on, you've got to get your fight on, and mean mugEarly birds get the worm, but motherfuckers tend to shortstopThe Ro I aim my pistol played a deadly burnZ-Ro the Crooked and my routine will never changeHust-l-ing and bust-l-ing to keep my fingers on some pocket changeGot to go stay the same until, I die niggaWhen I make the tactics of a Mo City then stay high niggaWe bleed blocks from seven to seven to seven againHolding scratch, peeping packs, slowed then and three for tensI got what you need, living in this gutter dailyEven though I bleed the block it's like I can't eat because this life pay meDucking the police when they be sliding byAnd I swang low on a sweet chariot as I'm riding highI'm paranoid everytime you see me, cause I be smoking niggasRegular and it's fucking with my conscience so I bust freelyWake up in the morning and I caught my tipAnd get ready for another day of this gangsta shit(talking)Y'all know nigga, every motherfucking dayYou got to get that pay, it's the only way(Chorus - 2x)Recognize my team cause we got players that's gone representScrewed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for lifeAll I want is money chasing paper after dead presidentsScrewed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life
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