Z-Ro, Ben - Plex lyrics

They say he was flipping out till
Losing control of his mind moving fast
In a world that ain't ready for
The pace focussed on his grind
Who am I to test
Z-Ro I bet everybody in Ridgemont 4 know me
Feel what I say up under the
Evidence is still your homie
You must of forgot about the days
Until you be in 94
When it was 72 where partners sagging
Creases to find a hoe
Now they can't look me in the eyes
Cause they might tell on theyself
About having something to do with trying to
Riddle my number one partner to death
You want to get even with me boy clear
You can see me with a rap
But, I'm about gangsta shit so bow before
You see me with a strap
Cause, I've been silent for so long
It's about time I broke the ice
Nobody want to box me why everybody want to
Pull a trigger to take a life
I'm down with crews cause everybody
Else is fake to me
Niggas with plex against me
They all cakes to me
And everybody want to be talking about
They real and they got love
But motherfuckers don't love Z-Ro
Unless I got drink
And I got bud so I got plex

Who's next to plex you want to test
Better have your life right in
The bottle of your vest
Cause, I'm also stressed
Sometimes I wonder if I'm plexed
Thinking hit me will I have to
Put my homies to rest, plex

Regular candy in river rain
We came to deliver pain
One hitter quitters and eagle talons
Up in your liver man
I came to bring the pain
All the way from the south to the west
Every one of my bullets are looking residence
So they gone house in your chest
A nigga done been through so much shit
The last five years of my living
Now a days the bitches are realer than
Homeboys so here's to my women
But then again I'm all alone I
Don't depend on a soul
Independently made a million then I took
My benz on a stroll
Now everytime I come around my
Partners treat me like strangers
Never thought it would come to this I
Got to keep one in the chamber
What makes real niggas turn into hoes
And make niggas go fraud
When it comes to me whether rapping them
Off to see this nigga go hard
Now everytime I come around my
Partners treat me like strangers
Never thought it would come to this I
Got to keep one in the chamber
What makes real niggas turn into hoes
And make niggas go fraud
When it comes to me whether rapping the
Gangsta shit this nigga goes hard, plex

Plex, time to have plex
Ra ta ta ta ta from the barrel of me tech

Rolling by my motherfucking self you don't
Want to plex my friend
Fuck around with me and you might
Never breathe a breath again
Cause a nigga might shoot you in a
Place where it takes longer to die
And you know what they say no pain no gain
I guess you fin to gain your heavenly high
Marcus I see you when you shoved
That pistol up in his nose
Pulling the trigger my nigga blood was
Dripping all out on his clothes
Do you think that I'm suppose to sit
Back and charge it to the game
That's why your baby mama house went up
In flames you know my name
I wish I would of been strapped cause
My partner would of still been alive
I would of ran up on your ass and I
Would of dumped and you would of died
Since a nigga can't change
The past I'ma knock
Your ass up out of the future
I use to be down to dump side by side
With you but you forced me to shoot you
Too many of these boys be bulletproof
That's why they like to compete
But run your badass over Ridgemont you be
Dead before you get to Ridgecrete
You think it's a game
But, I've been working on a straight
Aim I'm ready to kill
If I can't get to myself when you want to
Get leid by set of bitch got skills

Plex, time to have plex
Ra ta ta ta ta from the barrel of me tech
Cause, I'm also stressed
Sometimes I wonder if I'm blessed
Thinking deeply will I have to
Put my homies to rest

Plex, time to have plex
Ra ta ta ta ta from the barrel of me tech