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z ro - dedicated 2 u lyrics

f/ chris ward

[z-ro]
n-gg- you ain’t my partna, but you never been
just wanted to get in the club, free you little low yellow b-tch
you ain’t never been real, but it’s evident
you be looking to get your chest blown (boo-ya)
or are you use to walking the hallways
of your home, with a vest on
talking you come real, with the black steal
but you ain’t never seen no glock
that’s why grady, checked your -ss up out your hat
cause you never lived on our block
but n-gg-s be going off at the mouth
and i’m so sick of these hoes acting shife
n-gg- really fin to lose, more than your teeth
f-ck around and be looking for your life
cause i’m the n-gg- that showed you love
it’s best you keep your distance from me
even though we once was throwing up the same sign
i’ll put your b-tch -ss to sleep, remember
i started the click you claim
and you wanted to trip when i left
trying to catch me slipping in the truck on the t-tty
you n-gg-s to put one scar on my chest
and a n-gg- would try to erase me, and that’s a fact
but if i gotta go, really i’ma be
god d-mned, if my trigga finger, isn’t pulling back
even if they f-ck around and murder me, for the the thangs i spoke on
i’m gonna be in the depths of h-ll, hollin’ out f-ck you as i smoke on

[hook]
this is dedicated to you, dear b-tch
this is dedicated to the coward n-gg-s of your click
welcome to my world, i’ll show you pain you never seen it
slapping patches out of n-gg-s, and i mean it, remember

[chris ward]
i know you smile in my face, full of jealousy and anger
but the minute i turn my back, i know you shoot me the finger
whether you wanted to be my friend or foe, i know you ain’t like me
but when i refused to sign your contract, n-gg-s started to call me shiesty
but now one one of you n-gg-s would fight me, even if you was jumping me
you won’t be to the end, i take your life and crumble your company
when you first started off, i did all of your production for free
but for the show date, you got everybody in the club except me
what kind of hoe could you be, a b-tch to the third degree
that’s why me and 3, ran up in your crib
and wouldn’t play, let you live
if it wasn’t for your cousin, cause for him i got love
but midas please quit f-cking with them scrub -ss
never show love -ss, selling fake drug -ss
fin to catch a slug -ss n-gg-s, and i bet i be the one behind the trigga
fin to put you in the dirt, till you get hurt, f-cking around with the network
deserve a motherf-cking slug in the chamber
and when i blast i’m screaming

[hook – 2x]

[z-ro]
when i be played up in my back, but in my face or ear to ear
you must of heard of all the murders that we doing here
cause i could smell your fear
and watch you coming, you can’t f-ck with a n-gg- from bud
i’ll leave laying on your back, with your body wide open
choking on your blood, i signed a contract that was about a year long
but now it’s expired, how the h-ll you gon get some points off my song
b-tch made n-gg-, show yo’ face, even yo’ nephew as well
f-ck around and pistol play with me, and you won’t live to tell
oh well, all i could say is i told you so
should of stuck with a bench n-gg- like me, just got plex
you can’t take it, talking bout what your pistol gon do to my chest
hold that down, you don’t wanna f-ck around, i’m quick to pull chrome
but i’m more than words, up under your breath
and run tell chickens what’s going on
don’t make me murder you n-gg-, you looking for me here i stand
about six feet even, c-cked and meant built twin glocks in my hand
and to the n-gg-s, that pulling the triggas on n-gg-s like me
sho’ nuff gon stall, but i’m ready for the match
that’s killing one more, one fall i’m killing on y’all
n-gg-, let’s get ready to rumble

[hook – 6x]

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