Z-Ro, Chris Ward - Dedicated 2 U lyrics

Nigga you ain't my partna, but you never been
Just wanted to get in the club
Free you little low yellow bitch
You ain't never been real, but it's evident
You be looking to get your chest blown
(boo ya)
Or are you use to walking the hallways
Of your home, with a vest on
Talking you come real, with the black steal
But, you ain't never seen no Glock
That's why Grady
Checked your ass up out your hat
Cause you never lived on our block
But niggas be going off at the mouth
And I'm so sick of these hoes acting shife
Nigga really fin to lose
More than your teeth
Fuck around and be looking for your life
Cause, I'm the nigga that showed you love
It's best you keep your distance from me
Even though we once was throwing
Up the same sign
I'll put your bitch ass to sleep, remember
I started the click you claim
And you wanted to trip when I left
Trying to catch me slipping in
The truck on the titty
You niggas to put one scar on my chest
And a nigga would try to erase me
And that's a fact
But, if I gotta go, really I'ma be
God damned, if my trigga finger
Isn't pulling back
Even if they fuck around and murder me
For the the thangs I spoke on
I'm gonna be in the depths of hell
Hollin' out fuck you as I smoke on

This is dedicated to you, dear bitch
This is dedicated to the coward
Niggas of your click welcome to my world
I'll show you pain you never seen it
Slapping patches out of niggas
And I mean it, remember

I know you smile in my face
Full of jealousy and anger
But the minute I turn my back
I know you shoot me the finger
Whether you wanted to be my friend or foe
I know you ain't like me
But when I refused to sign your contract
Niggas started to call me shiesty
But now one one of you niggas would fight me
Even if you was jumping me
You won't be to the end
I take your life and crumble your company
When you first started off
I did all of your production for free
But for the show date
You got everybody in the club except me
What kind of hoe could you be
A bitch to the third degree
That's why me and 3, ran up in your crib
And wouldn't play, let you live
If it wasn't for your cousin
Cause for him I got love but Midas please
Quit fucking with them scrub ass
Never show love ass, selling fake drug ass
Fin to catch a slug ass niggas
And I bet I be the one behind the trigga
Fin to put you in the
Dirt, till you get hurt
Fucking around with the Network
Deserve a motherfucking slug in the chamber
And when I blast I'm screaming

When I be played up in my back
But in my face or ear to ear
You must of heard of all the
Murders that we doing here
Cause, I could smell your fear
And watch you coming
You can't fuck with a nigga from bud
I'll leave laying on your back
With your body wide open
Choking on your blood
I signed a contract that was
About a year long but now it's expired
How the hell you gon get
Some points off my song
Bitch made nigga, show yo' face
Even yo' nephew as well
Fuck around and pistol play with me
And you won't live to tell
Oh well, all I could say is I told you so
Should of stuck with a bench nigga like me
Just got plex you can't take it
Talking bout what your pistol gon
Do to my chest
Hold that down, you don't wanna fuck around
I'm quick to pull chrome
But, I'm more than words
Up under your breath
And run tell chickens what's going on
Don't make me murder you nigga
You looking for me here I stand
About six feet even
Cocked and meant built twin Glocks in my hand
And to the niggas
That pulling the triggas on niggas like me
Sho' nuff gon stall
But I'm ready for the match
That's killing one more
One fall I'm killing on y'all
Nigga, let's get ready to rumble