Z-Ro - Crack Intro lyrics

Guess who's back
(hey) uh ha ha ha that's right
King of the ghetto (hey) the mo city don
Z-Ro the crooked (that's right)
That's my motha fuckin name nigga
(that's right that's right)
And I'm representing
(whaa) Ass Hole By Nature (nature)
Screwed Up Click all motha fuckin day
Long until the casket drop (real talk nigga)
Nigga I'm doin this shit for DJ Screw (hey)
Nigga I'm doin this shit for Big Hawk (hey)
Nigga I'm doin this shit
For Big Steve Mafioso (hey)
I'm doin this shit for Big Mellow (what)
Ya kno what I'm talkin bout I'm doin
This shit for Pimp C nigga (real talk)
Thats right all the mother fuckin fallen
Soldiers in the game nigga
(ya kno wut I'm talkin bout)
It's real out here on these
Got damn city streets
(that's all right) huh me? I'm reppin mo
City nigga RIDGEMONT 4 to be exact
Thats wuts up wit me nigga 5 duece hoova crip
Til the casket drop nigga til the world
Blow ya kno wut I'm talkin bout
I ain't set trippin though nigga I'm jus
Out here gettin this god damn bread
Thats what it's a bout to
Me nigga so back back
I'm a show you how to do this shit
One time ya kno wut I'm talkin bout
This my new shit called Crack
Why it's called Crack? cause it's
The new work nigga
Get ya HOODA ready to blaze nigga

I tried to beat my felony
But I lost that case
Oh well I went to jail and I lost that weight
Met a couple dime pieces but
I'm true to one women
I can spot a devil with breasts
When I see one commin
Whats the matter yall actin like
Yall mad I'm free like to see me suferin is
What you glad to see
News flash I ain't been doin bad in so long
Makin money in prison like I
Was still at home
Bought a few more vehicals and
Super size my house made a call to Paul Wall
And he re-did my mouth
I kno you wonder why I'm the
Most hated rapper down south
I'm so deep they can reach
Wut I be talkin about
With the same size foot you
Couldn't fill these shoes
You ain't gotta be a crip for
You to dig these blues
Where the playa haters at
It's time to hate me again
Same pistol guess take it of safety again
Same slug nose straight 57
Ain't notin changed
Ain't lookin for no trouble
Just protectin my brain
Don't want me to reach out and touch you
Stay outta my way you don't give me a reason
I ain't gonna murder you mayne
I'm the new crack put me on
Yo hooda and blaze me
You ain't even gotta re-scope
Jus smoke me daily
If you lookin for a buzz this the wrong CD
Homie don't mis play unless you ready to OD
(flat line) older people love my musik
They don't think I'm a thug
Even little kids listen cause they
Don't think I'm a drug
In reality I'm an addiction but
Thats a good thing not for television I'm a
World wide hood thing
Record stores and dealers movin my shit
Bootleggers got the good deal but it's
Too hard to call it quit's
And you got the nerve to
Call me underground niggas please
Here go 14 new songs overdose on these