z ro - fuck wit y'all lyrics
we don’t f-ck with y’all, (f-ck with y’all)
run up on us, with that nothing
n-gg- you gon be in the ground, (in the ground)
soldiers, united for the cash
this is the battlefield (battlefield)
so all that b-mping gums, and talking down
that sh-t’ll get you killed (get you killed)
[z-ro]
i wake up early in the evening, roll myself a cigarillo
we talk to my guerilla maab, n-gg-s’ll roll solo
all these other rap n-gg-s, act so ph-banish
straight up strong enough for a man, but just too weak to take the challenge
and each way with display, they got no back bone
they looking like jellyfish to me, about to get they back blown
cause we ride on n-gg-s, and disguise on n-gg-s
glock c-cked we hop out, and surprise on n-gg-s
you in danger, i’ve never been a stranger to homicide
cause in my hood, we kill eachother just to stay alive
it’s screwed, so i f-ck with rap-a-lot but i’m still broke
can’t afford to stay in the 4 seasons, but i still smoke
why y’all n-gg-s f-cking with me, i wanna be free
but jealousy and envy, be watching me planning on stopping me
f-ck that, i’m a ridgemont 4 gangsta and i bust back
southsi’ for li’ familia, until i’m on my back
[hook]
[trae]
i’m a bonified soldier, in the g to the t
motherf-ckers be screaming murder, on t-r-a-e
everyday when i grind, i gotta get it like it’s my last breath
f-ck what them n-gg-s thinking, hit my corner they mean death
the youngest of the maab, but i’ma stomp like a big dog
presidential be hating, now my glock saying f-ck y’all
ro p-ss the word, let me show em how it go
cause i ain’t playing with b-tches, i’m disposing all of my foes
we m double a-b, s-l-a-b till i’m dead
everynight i be on the edge, with a pump onside of my bed
going r-t-rded, cause n-gg-s take this game for a joke
eternally burning, i’m bout to put this b-tch up in smoke
they must be on dope, thinking the court of law gon resolve it
if my brother d-nkie was here, i swear to god he would bomb it
rest in peace to my n-gg-s, that we lost in the field
for real, disrespect it and you gon f-ck around and get killed
[hook]
[z-ro]
never slipping whether i’m smoking, and i’m dranking or not
raising so much h-ll in the streets, n-gg-s thinking demons is hot
is in our blood it’s in our body, it’s in our soul
you jesus don’t let me click, cause if i lose it i might stroll
right up on them presidential n-gg-s, read em they rights
revenge or retaliation, or motherf-cking gun fight
now you done f-cked with me, so it’s a must that i f-ck with you
how you gon sue me, and you bootlegging dude
[trae]
n-gg-s be smoking, how the f-ck you gon f-ck with the maab
i been repping since ’96, from the booth to the boulevard
we work hard paying dues, in this god d-mn game
and these broke -ss b-tch n-gg-s, wanna roach off the name
can’t give a f-ck about your team, or give a f-ck if you was paid
the only thing i give a f-ck about, is locked up in a cage
and i’m meaning what i scream, ain’t no way to shut me up
till you put me in a grave, and n-gg- i don’t give a f-ck i’m a -sshole
[hook]
f-ck with y’all…
in the ground…
battlefield…
get you killed…
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