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z-ro - long time (2006) lyrics

(-talking-)
here ye here ye, come one come all
an n-gga talking down on the maab, bound to fall
know i’m saying, z-ro the crooked
representing s.u.c., got my n-gga fred in this b-tch
my n-gga trae in this b-tch, and we don’t give
a d-mn about you, that’s why we fin to ride

[trae]
i bet these boys, out here better recognize
my team, guerilla maab until it’s over
running b-tch n-ggas over, beaming a glock like i’m a soldier
ready for war who that hating on trae, and knowing they trash
throwing they -ss up out my face, if they think of blocking my cash
mo’ rocks than damon dash, independently i’m a threat
aka a vet, and spraying them n-ggas until they wet
i ain’t finished yet i’m a g, and i’m finishing what i started
half of these n-ggas out here be spitting bullsh-t, like they r-t-rded
disregarded never, i’m better than the rest of the game
you lame better read my chain, m double a-b be running thangs
with my kin folk ro dog, and the l dog
everytime let me tell y’all, we thoed i’ma swell y’all

(-talking-)
well swell em up then
f-ck these old ph b-st-rd -ss n-ggas
talking down on us, bet y’all can’t walk down on us
n-gga we strapped automatics, semi’s and fully’s

[hook]
this one is dedicated, to them n-ggas that hate it
it’s been a long time, but we finally made it
we the realest of the real, and we can never be faded
it’s been a long time, but we finally made it
we the future of the funk, you punks is outdated
it’s been a long time, but we finally made it
breaking laws and jaws, cause you b-tches is overrated
it’s been a long time, but we finally made it

[z-ro]
presidential got a problem, with me making my cash
trying to starve a n-gga out, and have me flat on my -ss
one hundred and sixty thousand, what they suing me fo’
but since my sh-t’s selling, you could never ruin me hoe
25 hours a day, i be packing that lead
chasing paper so me and fred, steady stacking our bread
i understand that you bullsh-t n-ggas, done flip-flopped
trying to hold on to a n-gga, hitching a ride to the top
(and 97.9), the biggest hoes i know
now walter d is my n-gga, the rest of em be hating ro
what do you know, why these n-ggas all up in my face
back back i’m about two seconds, from catching a case
when i walk up in the club, they act like they don’t see me
nervous in my presence, praying that z-ro will take it easy
i’ma take it hard, while i’m k!lling em softly
till they gone, they been hating us for way too long

[hook]

[jay’ton]
slow loud and bangin in they face, and n-ggas acting like hoes
i think it’s cause we never went, when we be spitting out flows
got cash i’m sick with it, i spit it cause i’m a g
it’s the jay’ton, repping s.l.a.b
with ro dog and trae, my flag be doing great
undisputed like weight, when i’m upper cutting in your face
body blows and jabs, for n-ggas hating on s.l.a.b
you come with that bullsh-t, guaranteed i’m beating your -ss
it been a long time, and we finally made it
hopped the slab off the ave., and i finally sprayed it
no more slanging on the block, cause the block got raided
like the point on the dice, i can never be faded

(-talking-)
yeah, we ain’t gon blow it though
you know we got this hoe -ss devil on our back
on our motherf-cking -ss, that n-gga can’t face up
with a real n-gga though, know i’m saying
n-gga know he talk sh-t, so i be spitting
all motherf-cking day long, but it’s still god first though
this whole -ss world got me this way, you know i’m saying
bout paper, this motherf-cking k, motherf-cking tre-8
this 4-5, 4-4, sh-t it goes on and on and on
talking down on us n-gga, you getting 17 hundred to the dome
so i know u gon be gone, you know i’m saying
fred get your bread, trae p-ss that motherf-cking k
and let’s roll, i’ma continue to blow dro, and we out this b-tch

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