z ro - crack intro lyrics
[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 mothaf-ckin name n-gg- (that’s right, that’s right)
and i’m representing (what) -ssholes by nature (nature)
screwed up click, all mothaf-ckin day long till the casket drop (real talk n-gg-)
n-gg-, i’m doin this sh-t for dj screw (hay)
n-gg-, i’m doin this sh-t for big hawk (hay)
n-gg-, i’m doin this sh-t for big steve mafio-so (hay)
we doin this sh-t for big mello (what)
know what i’m talkin bout, i’m doin this sh-t for pimp c, n-gg- (real talk)
that’s right…
all the mothaf-ckin fallen soldiers in the game, n-gg- (know what i’m talking bout)
it’s real out here in these mothaf-ckin city streets, n-gg- (that’s alright)
huh, me? i’m representing mo city, n-gg-
rich motofo to be exact
that’s what’s up for me, n-gg-
by dueces to the crip n-gg- till the casket drop, n-gg- to the world blow (hay)
know what’s i’m talking bout?
i ain’t set tripping no n-gg-, i be getting this godd-mn breed
that’s what it’s about to me, n-gg- (hay)
so back back and uh, i’m a show you how to do this sh-t one time, you know what i’m talking bout
it’s my new sh-t n-gg- called crack
why it’s called crack? (hay)
cause it’s the new word, n-gg- (hay)
getcha hoota ready to blaze, n-gg- (n-gg-!)
[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 (b-tches)
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 sh-t
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, n-gg- please
here goes fourteen new songs, overdose on these
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