Lil Flip, Z-Ro - Uncut lyrics
[Lil Flip, Z-Ro - Uncut lyrics]
It's a bunch of niggas upset with me
Cause I don't visit no mo'
They think that I'm capping
But I'm just cuz I'm in a fo' do'
Fully loaded Chrysler 300
Sitting on grown men
Plus I'm covered by VS-1 diamonds
From pimping my pen i could remember when
They use to laugh at me in class
Cause of my eyes are incursion
Corduroy britches man that's all I had
Cause of my bifocal glasses
They use to call me fo' eyes
And egg head but now I'm a grown gangsta
Receiving FED bread
Ain't no telling what I'ma do
If somebody test me
I'ma yell in town by motherfuckers
Your best bet is not to sweat me
On the edge sit on the edge of the bed
With a infrared in my paw
It's time to pay back everybody I owe
If you scared call the law
Cause, I ain't gon never stop
Coming after your coward ass
Run up on you at the intersection
Bitch I'm bout to blast
All you rappers, dissing Z-Ro in your songs
Bitch I'ma for real life head bust
I'm coming to see you fuck a song
Now I don't owe nobody nothing
But lately niggas and bitches
Been attempting to get close to me
Flipping the access to my riches
But can't you see this tattoo on my arm
Say one deep that mean it's nobody with me
When I'm 'woke or when I'm sleep
I ain't never been the type
To hang with a lot of niggas
Plus my attitude is rude
So I'ma be done shot a nigga
Please let me keep my cool, until I get paid
Then it be fucked up if I miss my chance
At a million in my grave
I'm the king of the ghetto
Because I'm still here
You can purchase drugs or pussy
Or you can get killed here city streets
They'll eat you alive if you
Ain't got no street sense
You better call an audible
'fore you meet up with the defense
The jackers the killas, the crooked ass cops
I refuse to become a statistic
Bro I got my Glock
So before you run up on me homie
For an autograph
Please don't do nothing suspicious
I'm trigga happy and I might blast
Cause I don't visit no mo'
They think that I'm capping
But I'm just cuz I'm in a fo' do'
Fully loaded Chrysler 300
Sitting on grown men
Plus I'm covered by VS-1 diamonds
From pimping my pen i could remember when
They use to laugh at me in class
Cause of my eyes are incursion
Corduroy britches man that's all I had
Cause of my bifocal glasses
They use to call me fo' eyes
And egg head but now I'm a grown gangsta
Receiving FED bread
Ain't no telling what I'ma do
If somebody test me
I'ma yell in town by motherfuckers
Your best bet is not to sweat me
On the edge sit on the edge of the bed
With a infrared in my paw
It's time to pay back everybody I owe
If you scared call the law
Cause, I ain't gon never stop
Coming after your coward ass
Run up on you at the intersection
Bitch I'm bout to blast
All you rappers, dissing Z-Ro in your songs
Bitch I'ma for real life head bust
I'm coming to see you fuck a song
Now I don't owe nobody nothing
But lately niggas and bitches
Been attempting to get close to me
Flipping the access to my riches
But can't you see this tattoo on my arm
Say one deep that mean it's nobody with me
When I'm 'woke or when I'm sleep
I ain't never been the type
To hang with a lot of niggas
Plus my attitude is rude
So I'ma be done shot a nigga
Please let me keep my cool, until I get paid
Then it be fucked up if I miss my chance
At a million in my grave
I'm the king of the ghetto
Because I'm still here
You can purchase drugs or pussy
Or you can get killed here city streets
They'll eat you alive if you
Ain't got no street sense
You better call an audible
'fore you meet up with the defense
The jackers the killas, the crooked ass cops
I refuse to become a statistic
Bro I got my Glock
So before you run up on me homie
For an autograph
Please don't do nothing suspicious
I'm trigga happy and I might blast