Z-Ro - R.I.P. lyrics

Z-Ro, the motherfucking Mo City don
Sending this out to Ron fuck you
Like my nigga mafiosos, you feel me
Fuck all of y'all man, it go down
SUC for life, RIP robert Davis
Aka Dj Screw this for you my nigga
Yeah this for you

Everybody know me I'm the
Number one head buster
With a 4 pound Glock ready to
Make the lead touch you
Cause, I shine like a 75 watt light bulb
And if you cross over the line
Then I might strike you i'm going grey
Even though a nigga ball everyday
Covered in ice
But ice can't take my problems away
But it sure feel good to know
That I can blow twenties
Z-Ro a money making machine


Dollars no pennies nigga please
It's me and my niggas my fucking g's
RIP to Robert Davis on a fresh set of 3's
SUC to the finish I'm going out with my men
With a grenade in my hand I'm
Comig out with the pin
It'll never be another Screw, kill that drama
That was a man not the music
You can ask his mama
I'ma mourn you, till I join you, up in heaven
Mean while
I'm retarded with this ak47 and uh

RIP, I be forever repping SUC
Until a nigga get to the tenth time
Mash on the gas and I won't stop, baby

What you know about the dirty south
The dirty fucking third
Nigga fuck what you heard
DP on the corner rock for rocking a bird
Here we had it pimping
In Cheves and Testerosas
Ro you only got two choices roll
With us or get rolled over
Giving a cold shoulder to them 5-O
No liscense plate no
Registration smoking pino
My nigga we some boss hogs one
Car taking up all four lanes
Come at me wrong
I'ma have you taking off all your vains
No plexing in Houston Texas got to
The green leaving you breathless
Ak'd up your chest nothing but
A memory about breakfast
So break fast, with your frosted and fake ass
This ain't the boot nigga this H
Town we'll take your cash
Niggas come against me, but get they ass out
Seem like when I cut on the
Lights all the roaches scat
And then I let go
Because these haters in the way
I'm trying to get stacks
Taller than Antou Sensi

24 7 a nigga be out on the cut
Don't got to hustle no more
But I just can't give it up
Dropping niggas where they standing
With my man tanning
You don't want to box a geurilla these
Hands steady be landing over and over
Breaking up your gaurd
Nigga fuck what you've been going thorugh
Cause you's about to take it up with god
Not a violent nigga, I'm a silent nigga
But, if you push my button I'll
Pull my ultra violet nigga
And watch you shrivel up like salt to a snail
Better keep it under your breath
If you beefing I read these
Bitch niggas like braile
I'm a soldier, and I'm united by the cash
Feeling to move on because I've
Been indicted by the tash
But, I ain't gone run from it
I'ma ball in public
When they run up on me pull my strap
And ask them how they love it
Kamakaze on you son of a bitches
I'm signing off
Mean while I'm still in the trunk
Knocking the lining off and uh

First and Foremost, Z-Ro the crooked
What's up hollering at all my real niggas
Like I always do
Feel me, RIP dj Screw, feel me
To all you fake ass niggas holding plex
Hold this dick in your mouth, know I'm saying
All that riff raff
All you sherry temple ass niggas
Y'all gone feel me, 2k2
I don't give a fuck where you at
I don't give a fuck where you from
Know I'm saying
Better get back nigga, H Town on lock