Z-Ro, Lil Flea - Love It lyrics

Feat lil' Flea uh

You can't assassinate my character
Unless you bring them big guns
May have made a mockery of men before me
But not this one
It's gon' stop here, murder 24
7 around the clock here
Dropping music is cool
But, I'ma make a body drop here
Stupid don't bring a Glock here
Better bring a bazooka
Cause lil' chil'ren ain't coming out to play
They coming to shoot ya
This is where I'm from
Even the dope fiends'll touch ya
I represent Missouri City
Now how could I be a buster
Even when it's a sunny day, I rain on parades
An angel of death in bulgari glasses
And a taper fade dickie top Dickie bottom
And some house shoes
This is what I'm wearing
When I'm coming to bring the woman up out you
I'm making me a list
And I'm checking it twice with my AK
Plus the banana clip I'm Santa tonight
But when I'm coming down your chimney
Ain't dropping off I'm taking
Bet I make more than the news
This is history in the making

I'ma walk it like I talk it
Whether private or in public mayn
My life is my bidness
If you ain't God you can't touch it mayne
I ain't worried about being a underdog
I love it mayn my attitude is fuck it
And motherfuckers love it

I'm nothing else but a G pedigree
Bulldog gutter breed
Ridgemont MOC, till them hoes cover Flea
23's in the T black
If I'm looking for my enemies strapped
You fin to see a jack
A trap for a rat, a corner for this crack
Dope fiends we in a act
So paper I'm fin to stack
You looking for them real OG's
My niggas that cause real G's stay low key
And roll strapped
Street on the map, the heat in my lap
If you move I'ma snap
Blow you smooth on your back
My dogs don't play by rules, you do the math
I keep it one hundred
For niggas that can't add
Your present is your past
You niggas done forgot where you came from
And I ain't gon', help you find your way back
I call it like I see it, on some real shit
And I can tell you what it is
Cause, I live this nigga

I remember when the radio station
Didn't wanna play me
Now every Thursday through Saturday
Somebody club pay me they telling J prince
I don't handle my bidness and I'm lazy
Twenty albums in nine years
They smoking and they crazy
I'm charging ten thousand a show
That's 120 a month
Well over one million every 3-65
Yeah that's what's up i'm claiming King of
The Ghetto Entertainment
Cause, I'm down with me when I die
That's the label I'm taking in
The ground with me
I keep them automatic rounds with me
I don't need security
I hope somebody get out of
Line and clown with me
You don't wanna see me
With my forehead bald up
Cause that's when the police
And ambulances get called up
Let it be somebody I never met
Even a relative
Forgive me for sinning Jesus
You know I ain't gon' let em live
Asshole, I'm the walking definition of it
Cause my attitude is fuck it
And motherfuckers love it bitch

Haha, King of the Ghetto Entertainment
Slash Rap-A-Lot Records, Z-Ro the Crooked
Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don
And I'm fucking with my hood nigga, Lil' Flea
The boss dog
He representing Street motherfucking Military
That's right nigga, free Pharaoh nigga
RIP butterboy huh