Z-Ro, S.L.A.B., Archie Lee - More or Less lyrics
[Z-Ro, S.L.A.B., Archie Lee - More or Less lyrics]
A lot of niggas, wanna see me in my grave
(more or less)
I be ready for the drama, anyday
(more or less)
Go to war, in the midst of gun play
(more or less)
On your street, with the sweet
(it ain't no need to have a vest)
A lot of niggas, wanna see me in my grave
(more or less
I be ready for the drama, anyday
(more or less)
Go to war, in the midst of gun play
(more or less) only taking head shots
(it ain't no need to have a vest)
When I roll I roll solo
With my 4-4 on the side of me for company
Wishing a nigga and his click
Would think about jumping me
Six enexchangable clips
Seventeen bullets in each
That's a hundred and twelve reasons
A whole street could be deceased
Right when I was trying to change
Fellas start playing games
Brought me back to reality
My sanity's now insane
I be busting for nothing homie
I'm addicted to shots blame my hood
Cause that's just the way it is on my block
I got a bad attitude
Cause I'm use to beefing
They'll never take me alive
The reason for no sleeping
So when a nigga come after me
I'ma hit him where it hurt
I'll let him make it
But his mama and daddy gon see a hearse
Fuck a driveby
I want him to look me in my eyes
Let him call Junior on his mobile
Just to say goodbye so call my name out
And watch how everybody run for cover
Cause they know I'm
A heartless motherfucker, until I die
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
And you can quote me cuz
I'm from the block where we hopeless thugs
But we suppose to thug
A lot of niggas hate, a few show love
But that only keep me focused cuz
I got my heater with me so when them niggas
Try to get me on the creep no
They getting merked
In they fresh white T oooh
H Wood, be the set I claim
Southside we connected mayn
World respected mayn
Hitman, be the number one honcho
Get that white from Poppy
And that green from Poncho
Slab riding, got me loaded and cocked
Much love to my nigga Trae, good looking out
I heard they coming to get me
But it ain't gon be no easy task
See me with the Mac-11
Sending fifty through your glass
Am I losing my mind
I don't know and I don't really give a damn
But these motherfuckers, gon know who I am
Plus Dinkie shot a kite
And told me watch out for
You hating ass niggas run up on me
I'll be putting you in a grave ass niggas
Now I'm riding
With my super entourage of hot shells
And if they catch up wit ya
Garunteed they bringing hell
Let me take you to, another level of mind
To get a closer look at death
Before I flatten your line
You done it this time
And ain't no way you getting away
I put this on me and my son
It won't be safe where you stay
That nigga don't wanna see me
With my black mask but that's alright
Cause I got a scheme for his black ass
See I believe, in creeping with reacons
I know where your girlfriend stay bitch
You be there every weekend
Riding up in a Regal, D-Eagle under the seat
I'm about to put six of them thangs
Up under your meat
You got a hole in your neck
You need IV's to eat
I gotta show you the real way
Of greeting niggas with heat
I pull a black Mac up out the pack
Walking from that Cadillac
Sipping on a low O-E
Fired up like a battlecat
Niggas don't wanna take it there
With Lil' Boss i be fucking with BD's
Bitch I can get ya lost
I'm sick and tired of
You niggas underestimating
And thinking I'm fake
You'll be the first example
Of catching a slug to the chest plate
Break niggas for fun
When they try to use guns i can throw hands
But you niggas so quick to try to run
To the trunk and wanna dump
Old chump ass nigga you'll get found
Floating off in a swamp ass nigga
My click killas
And I'm the young guerilla of the pack
The true definition
Of making niggas back back fuck a size
I'll demolish 'em all small or tall
It don't matter, bet your bitch ass fall
More or less so go on plex
If you think you're ready
Buck shots'll stretch your flesh
Like spaghetti
I guess you thought that it was over
When you pulled the 12 gauge
And I won't get no rest
Until I see you in your grave
Last time to start checking when
I hit the block, looking for cats
And since we playing dirty
You just might catch four in your back
Nonstop, I bet you niggas finna know about me
I'm only 18
But still I'm classified as a G
I run with the best
Them niggas that'll leave you wrapped up
In a black truck
You don't want the heat clapped up
Better back up, nigga I'm a asshole
Everything in this camp
Surrounded by the cash flow
Plus I live on the block
I know I'm being watched by the FED's
But I'ma still put a hot slug
Dead in your braids
(more or less)
I be ready for the drama, anyday
(more or less)
Go to war, in the midst of gun play
(more or less)
On your street, with the sweet
(it ain't no need to have a vest)
A lot of niggas, wanna see me in my grave
(more or less
I be ready for the drama, anyday
(more or less)
Go to war, in the midst of gun play
(more or less) only taking head shots
(it ain't no need to have a vest)
When I roll I roll solo
With my 4-4 on the side of me for company
Wishing a nigga and his click
Would think about jumping me
Six enexchangable clips
Seventeen bullets in each
That's a hundred and twelve reasons
A whole street could be deceased
Right when I was trying to change
Fellas start playing games
Brought me back to reality
My sanity's now insane
I be busting for nothing homie
I'm addicted to shots blame my hood
Cause that's just the way it is on my block
I got a bad attitude
Cause I'm use to beefing
They'll never take me alive
The reason for no sleeping
So when a nigga come after me
I'ma hit him where it hurt
I'll let him make it
But his mama and daddy gon see a hearse
Fuck a driveby
I want him to look me in my eyes
Let him call Junior on his mobile
Just to say goodbye so call my name out
And watch how everybody run for cover
Cause they know I'm
A heartless motherfucker, until I die
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
And you can quote me cuz
I'm from the block where we hopeless thugs
But we suppose to thug
A lot of niggas hate, a few show love
But that only keep me focused cuz
I got my heater with me so when them niggas
Try to get me on the creep no
They getting merked
In they fresh white T oooh
H Wood, be the set I claim
Southside we connected mayn
World respected mayn
Hitman, be the number one honcho
Get that white from Poppy
And that green from Poncho
Slab riding, got me loaded and cocked
Much love to my nigga Trae, good looking out
I heard they coming to get me
But it ain't gon be no easy task
See me with the Mac-11
Sending fifty through your glass
Am I losing my mind
I don't know and I don't really give a damn
But these motherfuckers, gon know who I am
Plus Dinkie shot a kite
And told me watch out for
You hating ass niggas run up on me
I'll be putting you in a grave ass niggas
Now I'm riding
With my super entourage of hot shells
And if they catch up wit ya
Garunteed they bringing hell
Let me take you to, another level of mind
To get a closer look at death
Before I flatten your line
You done it this time
And ain't no way you getting away
I put this on me and my son
It won't be safe where you stay
That nigga don't wanna see me
With my black mask but that's alright
Cause I got a scheme for his black ass
See I believe, in creeping with reacons
I know where your girlfriend stay bitch
You be there every weekend
Riding up in a Regal, D-Eagle under the seat
I'm about to put six of them thangs
Up under your meat
You got a hole in your neck
You need IV's to eat
I gotta show you the real way
Of greeting niggas with heat
I pull a black Mac up out the pack
Walking from that Cadillac
Sipping on a low O-E
Fired up like a battlecat
Niggas don't wanna take it there
With Lil' Boss i be fucking with BD's
Bitch I can get ya lost
I'm sick and tired of
You niggas underestimating
And thinking I'm fake
You'll be the first example
Of catching a slug to the chest plate
Break niggas for fun
When they try to use guns i can throw hands
But you niggas so quick to try to run
To the trunk and wanna dump
Old chump ass nigga you'll get found
Floating off in a swamp ass nigga
My click killas
And I'm the young guerilla of the pack
The true definition
Of making niggas back back fuck a size
I'll demolish 'em all small or tall
It don't matter, bet your bitch ass fall
More or less so go on plex
If you think you're ready
Buck shots'll stretch your flesh
Like spaghetti
I guess you thought that it was over
When you pulled the 12 gauge
And I won't get no rest
Until I see you in your grave
Last time to start checking when
I hit the block, looking for cats
And since we playing dirty
You just might catch four in your back
Nonstop, I bet you niggas finna know about me
I'm only 18
But still I'm classified as a G
I run with the best
Them niggas that'll leave you wrapped up
In a black truck
You don't want the heat clapped up
Better back up, nigga I'm a asshole
Everything in this camp
Surrounded by the cash flow
Plus I live on the block
I know I'm being watched by the FED's
But I'ma still put a hot slug
Dead in your braids
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