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z ro - ain't havin none of that bullshit lyrics

[z-ro]
i ain’t having none of that riff-raff, so act like you know that i ain’t friendly
treat everybody i come across, like they wanna put something in me
like some lead, or if i’m moving weight they might set me up with the feds
but to a boy done shed, i’m one deep trying to get bread
and i’m one deep when i bust heads, cause i’m not gonna tell on me
when a snitch be rolling with you, you headed to felony
i ain’t ready to do 85 percent, of n-body’s time
so i keep’s it gangsta when i’m boss hogging, and solo when i grind
a-r 1-5, ak-56 plus one
it’s multiple homicide, if i happen to touch one
you n-gg-z gon learn, or you n-gg-z are gon burn
it get hotter than lava, when it come down to the dolla
and i gotta have it, by any means necessary
guaranteed to see a million, before the cemetery
so i keep on watching, and my 4-4 keep on c-cking
if my folks keep on droppin, b-o double p-e-r’s keep on boppin i ain’t stoppin

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we ain’t, having none of that bullsh-t
represent till i die hiram-clarke, mo city my hood b-tch
get out of dodge, cause we ain’t no play thang
see me and (lil head n-gg-) keeping it gangsta, all day mayn

[lil head]
in my life i keep it gangsta, all day
in my life, i could peep a w-nksta a mile away
in my life, i trust me and n-body else
that’s why i walk around with a nine, tucked in my belt
don’t let the small size fool you, try to play me for weak
cause i pull this four pound bar, and blaze at your beat
you got n-gg-z i got n-gg-z, but my n-gg-z the best
see my n-gg-z all my n-gg-z, is guerillas with techs
lil head the 4″3′ giant, respect my name
in order to live a longer life, you gotta respect the game
now listen mayn, i’m trying to tell you some’ for your own good
see i’m the type of n-gg-, have you bailing out your own hood
i’m a general a sergeant, no need to start this
rumble in the field with a lion, cause i’m raw b-tch
i’m raw regardless, whether it’s four to one
cause the pop from the glock, i know it’s gonna go through one

[hook]

[z-ro]
i’m not your kin folk, so i suggest you get out of dodge
1-25 road raging, ready to get out and squab
too many problems in my life, i just can’t handle the stress
n-gg-z be trying to kill me, d-mn near dismantling my vest
but i can take it, cause i dish it out, you got your gun
i got my gun and i’m busting, before you get a chance to whoop it out
a soldier, folding up a motherf-cker what he need for me
either with a gun or with a fist, anyway it go i’m still gon fold him
what you thought i was, a fraud a hoe a punk
don’t make me make you say oh lord, shut the f-ck up
i handle my bidness, and then i move around in the night
so much codeine, it feel like i got a pound of the sprite
so keep my temper calm, collective and cool
cause i might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes
to keep my temper calm, collective and cool
cause i might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes

[hook]

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