| Houston Texas is my city, Ridgemont 4 is my block
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| I put my trust in no man, only my motherfucking Glock
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| Cause she ain’t never let me down, before
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| Fuck a gang I follow my bitch, cause she be busting rounds for Ro
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| Unlike my homies, cause they phony than a motherfucker
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| Even my broad, cause she might be fucking some other brother
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| Lord knows, that I couldn’t take it if I found out
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| Premeditated, cause I’m about to let them automatic rounds out
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| A prisoner of my own mind, losing it swiftly
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| Clicking on motherfuckers, until the reaper come and get me
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| Fuck a friend and a click, and a partner in crime
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| Cause when you doing your bid, they won’t be partners in time
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| I bet they be the main reason, why you locked up in a county
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| That’s why I strive, to keep all the busta bitches from round me
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| So take it how you wanna take it, I don’t give a damn
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| I’m an asshole by nature, nigga this is who I am
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| I know they told y’all, deep down South we don’t play
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| Don’t get too close, cause nigga I’m gon spray
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| Everyone of y’all, piss me off and you gon see me touch
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| Your noggin dog, that’s who I am nigga fuck you
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| Don’t worry my nigga, I’m coming to make your bail
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| Wait a second, how this buster know I’m going to jail
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| I seen the hatred in they faces, when the prince wanted to see me
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| When they thought I was leaving, they wanted to D-E-A-D me
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| Dropping salt on my name, saying I sold my soul
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| And these suppose to be my people, damn my people so cold
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| Why not be happy for a nigga, when he make a major move
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| Chill you playing with this game, but I’ve been paying major dues
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| I can’t tell a motherfucker, how to fly a plane
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| If I ain’t never been up in the cockpit, you feeling me mayn
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| I got a bunch of records sold, and y’all ain’t sold shit
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| Your foreign’s at a standstill, but my Houptie’s on the road bitch
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| Beef with me nigga, and you can find out
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| How I murder niggas with my lyrics, I ain’t gotta pull my iron out
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| Take it how you wanna take it, I don’t give a damn
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| Fuck them niggas who say they down, one deep is who I am
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| I’mma follow the truth, and never follow lies
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| So I’mma ride on Watts, until his fat ass apologize
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| For saying what he said, about Screw
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| Look who your style is named after motherfucker, you number two
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| And you know what come before one, nigga this mouthpiece
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| Z-Ro and S.U.C., Southside super hero
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| Fucking with you pussies, cause it’s time you be tampered with
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| When you see me look me in the eyes, and pull up your pamper bitch
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| My nigga named Tommy, say he’s coming to get ya
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| His people gon be swinging, everyone of em’ll hit ya
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| Holding on to my grudges, until my brain get a blister
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| I love drama so much, because my life is so rough
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| So when you see me out in public, don’t you come at me wrong
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| Disrespect me if you ain’t, ho I’mma fuck up your dome
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| You can take it how you wanna take it, I don’t give a damn
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| Street Military was my father, Z-Ro is who I am |