| They say he was flipping out till, losing control of his mind
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| Moving fast, in a world that ain’t ready for the pace focussed on his grind
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| Who am I to test, Z-Ro I bet everybody in Ridgemont 4 know me
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| Feel what I say up under the evidence is still your homie
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| You must of forgot about the days until you be in 94
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| When it was 72 where partners sagging creases to find a hoe
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| Now they can’t look me in the eyes, cause they might tell on theyself
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| About having something to do with trying to riddle my number one partner to
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| death
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| You want to get even with me boy clear you can see me with a rap
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| But I’m about gangsta shit so bow before you see me with a strap
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| Cause I’ve been silent for so long, it’s about time I broke the ice
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| Nobody want to box me why everybody want to pull a trigger to take a life
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| I’m down with crews cause everybody else is fake to me
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| Niggas with plex against me, they all cakes to me
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| And everybody want to be talking about they real and they got love
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| But motherfuckers don’t love Z-Ro unless I got drink and I got bud so I got plex
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| Who’s next to plex you want to test
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| Better have your life right in the bottle of your vest
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| Cause I’m also stressed, sometimes I wonder if I’m plexed
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| Thinking hit me will I have to put my homies to rest, plex
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| Regular candy in river rain, we came to deliver pain
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| One hitter quitters and eagle talons up in your liver man
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| I came to bring the pain, all the way from the south to the west
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| Every one of my bullets are looking residence so they gone house in your chest
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| A nigga done been through so much shit the last five years of my living
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| Now a days the bitches are realer than homeboys so here’s to my women
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| But then again I’m all alone I don’t depend on a soul
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| Independently made a million then I took my benz on a stroll
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| Now everytime I come around my partners treat me like strangers
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| Never thought it would come to this I got to keep one in the chamber
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| What makes real niggas turn into hoes and make niggas go fraud
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| When it comes to me whether rapping them off to see this nigga go hard
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| Now everytime I come around my partners treat me like strangers
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| Never thought it would come to this I got to keep one in the chamber
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| What makes real niggas turn into hoes and make niggas go fraud
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| When it comes to me whether rapping the gangsta shit this nigga goes hard, plex
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| Plex, time to have plex
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| Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech
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| Rolling by my motherfucking self you don’t want to plex my friend
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| Fuck around with me and you might never breathe a breath again
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| Cause a nigga might shoot you in a place where it takes longer to die
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| And you know what they say no pain no gain
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| I guess you fin to gain your heavenly high
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| Marcus I see you when you shoved that pistol up in his nose
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| Pulling the trigger my nigga blood was dripping all out on his clothes
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| Do you think that I’m suppose to sit back and charge it to the game
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| That’s why your baby mama house went up in flames you know my name
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| I wish I would of been strapped cause my partner would of still been alive
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| I would of ran up on your ass and I would of dumped and you would of died
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| Since a nigga can’t change the past I’ma knock your ass up out of the future
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| I use to be down to dump side by side with you but you forced me to shoot you
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| Too many of these boys be bulletproof, that’s why they like to compete
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| But run your badass over Ridgemont you be dead before you get to Ridgecrete
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| You think it’s a game, but I’ve been working on a straight aim I’m ready to kill
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| If I can’t get to myself when you want to get leid by set of bitch got skills
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| Plex, time to have plex
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| Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech
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| Cause I’m also stressed, sometimes I wonder if I’m blessed
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| Thinking deeply will I have to put my homies to rest
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| Plex, time to have plex
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| Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech |