| [Z-Ro:] Since | |
| I be rollin' by myself, | |
| I keep that bitch | |
| Nina with me | |
| And If you my enemy, you don't wanna be the last nigga that seen her with me | |
| Z-Ro haters be makin' my attitude, rude | |
| Fuck around & get stole on, if you fuck-up my moves | |
| Dude, finally | |
| I found myself, | |
| I had to stop blowin' that kick 'em ' | |
| Cause eventually | |
| I would've drowned myself | |
| Already need a anger management class | |
| See if a buster cross me, it don't matter the situation | |
| I damage his ass | |
| Soldier that's what | |
| I be. So bitch, why you tryin' to play me like a | |
| H O E? Turn me loose so | |
| I can make it to the | |
| T O P It's like | |
| I'm in a bucket full of | |
| C R A B's, but | |
| I keep climbin' | |
| And I keep on rhymin' while they be bumpin' they gums | |
| Lookin' at my diamonds whinin' & blindin' no dumpin' they guns ' | |
| Cause they can't see me, bitch | |
| I'm invisible to the hate | |
| Thugged off in my kitchen, cuttin' chemicals in my cakes. [Chorus:] | |
| Talkin' Down | |
| On Me from a safe place, now | |
| I'm in your face. | |
| What you gon' do now? | |
| Barrettas & | |
| Ruga's on my person, they would do ya if | |
| I burst 'em. | |
| What you gon' do now? | |
| Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops, if you trespass. | |
| You done fucked-up now. | |
| No bustin' in the sky 1st one through your thigh, 2nd ones a chest blast. | |
| I done lucked you out now. [Z-Ro:] | |
| Niggas be cool in my face, but hate behind my back | |
| Talk Down | |
| On Me in front of me, but not behind my gat | |
| I bet you won't do that, | |
| I bet you scared of that iron | |
| Perpetratin' like you a gorilla, sellin' drinks in line | |
| You ain't never seen the | |
| Pen nigga, the penitentiary | |
| They talk rehabilitation, but look at what it did to me | |
| I smoke more & sip more than ever before | |
| Muthafuckers be on my nerves, so | |
| I lean on that dro | |
| Tryin' to keep on droppin' a bomb on the bitch-made | |
| Don't be lookin' surprised, y'all made it this way | |
| I got a Vendetta with lifts, that be tryin' to sink me | |
| Sendin' police after me & tryin' to link me | |
| To aggravated robbery & strong-arm jackin' | |
| Tryin' to throw me off my note, so | |
| I can't do no stackin' | |
| Johnny Cochran over lawyer got me out on bail | |
| Lookin' for niggas that was plottin' on receivin' my mail. [Chorus:] [x2] | |
| Talkin' Down | |
| On Me from a safe place, now | |
| I'm in your face. | |
| What you gon' do now? | |
| Barrettas & | |
| Ruga's on my person, they would do ya if | |
| I burst 'em. | |
| What you gon' do now? | |
| Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops, if you trespass. | |
| You done fucked-up now. | |
| No bustin' in the sky first one through your thigh, 2nd ones a chest blast. | |
| I done lucked you out now. |
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