Lil Flip, Z-Ro - Burbans & Lacs lyrics

Rest in peace Big Mello
We gon miss you nigga
Man I done lost so many homies
I need tissue nigga
Taking million dolla pictures
Me and all of my niggas in three years
I plan to have stacks like Jigga
Aw naw hell naw man
Y'all done up and done it
We chiefing like everyday
Smoking bluebonic chronic
I did it I done it
This rap beef you know who won it
I'm five million worldwide, I got mo' money
Europe paid me eighty G's, for a hour show
And any nigga would be a damn fool, not to go
You rap about Amsterdam nigga, I really been
And over there
You could get ten blunts for ten
I smoke over and over again, God forgive me
Cause, I'm a young thug
With tattoos in my skin
Four hundred thousand dolla Benz
With my name on my rims
And when I pull up hoes be like
I know that's him

Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy
Sometime I flip in a Fleetwood
You know the one with the platinum
Skin and the chrome spinning shoes
That fill the feet good
Might slide in my Dodge Intrepid
Or the limousine tint over
83's and fresh meat
Garunteed to squeeze when enemies test me
I'mma empty the clip and reload again
Ain't got no gal ain't got no friends
Only thing I give a damn about is my ends
I wish Screw-Zoo was alive
So I could watch him make another Dub again
I'm mad at the world fuck love again
Cause my so called partnas think I'm capping
Bitch I've earned the right to
Live the good life
Y'all know how long I've been rapping

We ride Burbans and Lacs
Black yellow or blue
That's the only way we ride
Chopping blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover
Z-Ro the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money (where I'm from)

You know, I'm thinking of a master plan
I got chrome fans, on my promotional van
I'm the new Liberraci
Look at how this shit got me
I fuck with D-Block, and the Dip Set posse
My spinners don't stop
Y'all rappers don't shop
Cause your jeweler told me
You be wearing fake rocks
And if I catch you in my hood homie
You can't leave
Cause, I do niggas like Fabolous
Man they can't breathe
I got a trick up my sleeve
Don't ever pick up my weed
And I don't tell my hoes bye
I fuck 'em get up and leave
And when I pass by the laws
I gotta switch up my speed
Cause my spider on the highway, doing 153

Every morning I wake up
And give my praises to God
Just for letting me see another sunrise
Cause sometime making it through
The night is hard
Living in a place where cheering kills
Cheering and police be the civilian
Lord I've been calling you so long
I wonder if you even hear me
Even though I can call a
Whole heep a burdans
I know there's a bunch of blessings as well
I remember when I had to sleep on benches
Straight rob motherfuckers and
Leap over fences in a single bound
I wish my mama could see me now
Ain't no detectives trying to see me now
With no rival gangs trying to beat me down
It's MTV and BET now
And ain't no mo' regular weed ain't
Nothing but the best herb
With a grandaddy size cup of codiene
Straight eight over ice nigga yes sir
I'm leaning like I need a V8
Representing for the 3rd Coast
Look respect the South
And we gon see straight see straight