Z-Ro, Den Den - Southside Can't Stop lyrics

Southside, we bomb first, when we ride
Swanging on elbows chopping on
Choppers that's right cause we real
On a mission to get it can't stop
Going platinum, everytime another tape drop

It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked
Busting heads strictly for cash
Taking out contracts on hatas
With my beam and a mask
You can run you can hide
But it ain't no escaping
I'm a trend setter with a beretta
For real it ain't no faking
I done showed up and I poured up then
I blowed up like yeast
Diamonds slugs up on my teeth
Hollerin' violence fuck the peace
Got a slug for these hatas
That's approaching me wrong
Then I mash off in first class there


Ain't no coach in my zone
Hydro weed to the dome
Put up a rag to the chrome
I'm kinda quick to click so get gone
Or catch one to the dome
Mo City Texas that's my home
But I can roam all over so much ghetto love
These cats gone get me full up I'm sober
Real recognize real
And the fake gone fade away
Use to selling drugs to get that pay
But God done mad a way
For me to stack my ends, my paper, my moola
My feddy and caught this world by surprise
I knew you hoes wasn't ready

We be crooked than a bitch
Catch me dead in the mix
Shoot some dice start a fight
Or scrambling for a lick
Chasing my cheddar riding much wetter
We finally made it
Breaking bread with the real ones
Now the fake ones hate it
I be bombing like a plane
Engulfed by Mary Jane
Hogging a lane like Deebo
Bo'guard like Brother Man
Gripping the grain
Leaving a stain on the pavement and the mind
Our bitches in brail
So the block can read my rhymes
Aniline all my hoes
Till they knees on my foes
Better prepare for the two piece
That's fin to touch your nose
I'm boring no man, riding red, chopping fans
Sliding through Mo Town
Distributing contraband
Slipping and sliding like a snake
Stacking my feddy like a bank
Moving slow like a tortoise
Cause I'm tipsy from the drink
Hitting the dank and I pass it
Roll on glass and a casket
So much god damn money in the South
It's drastic

Rolling over the competition
On a mission for the crown
Ain't no obstacle gonna stop me
Cause I'm knocking them all down
Till I make it to the T-O-P
King of the Ghetto is who Ro be
You better just back up or get smacked up
You fellas really don't know me
A total stranger, man filled with anger
Since busters always tripping
Always keep one in the hole
One deep is how I roll
Just me and the calico
Trying to beef with Z-Ro, you gotta go
You gotta go mash the pedal to the floor
Let the tommy gun go
I ain't never had no love for a mark
Is how it go fortune and fame about to grow
20 thousand for a show
And it ain't no more regular weed
Ain't nothing but do do and that dro
Ridgemont 4 is what I claim
Blue and red but we don't bang
I wear my color you wear your color
Because it's all about that change
I remain to stay the same
Trunk full of bang screens rain
I'm still a Ridgemont hardhead
Leaning in niggas brain

Hoe ass nigga, feel that there, Southside
SUC, Southsive for live
Ain't no hate to the other side
Nigga we all shout for the third coast
Feel that z-Ro the Crooked nigga
Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don
And it go down
And it don't stop cause it can't stop
So therefor it won't stop
Blades we gone chop
When the laws hit the block
Fences we gone hop
Hitt the stash spot out for the Glock
Fuck the crooked cops
2kAce in your motherfucking face
Z-Ro, feel that (feel that)