when you pull it, in the city of killas Only the tough and the strong and those who have hearts survive Guerilla Maab's on the rise, nigga [Hook 1 - 2x] [Z-Ro
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[Chorus: Z-Ro singing] Help me please I'm blinded by my tears and I just cain't see So many devils tryin to recycle my soul Cause in the ghetto where
my Baretta So one mo' kill one mo' murder, one mo' homicide Challenge my authority, and I'ma show you how to ride [Hook] [Z-Ro] Mo City motherfucker
to stealed They never gon fight and they never gon kill, he's alright but he is not real Say what you know about Trae, better yet what you know about Ro
[Z-Ro] Dubya-dubya-dubya-dot, fuckallayall dot com Run up if you want to nigga [Intro: Z-Ro harmonizing] Losing the way that I lose I get gray hair
song with Z-ro Also did one with Flip and with Trae you already know Pokey crawling on fo's and that Thugga still wrecking shows Kill em like Kyleon,
O just did a song with Z-ro Also did one with Flip and with Trae you already know Pokey crawling on fo's and that Thugga still wrecking shows Kill em
And bounce 'em snd twist em up so bad That wack MC's can't pronounce 'em Just to show ya how we house 'em from the Westside of thangs (Killa Cali motherfuckers
out the perpetrators, I see through 'em like a Zima So I'm never caught between a hard place and a rock 'Cause I kill rhyme bandits bare handed like Mr
Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don And all
of my life, The reason why I'm anti-social and built a way around my life! Ain't nobody but me, Z-Ro The Crooked in the flesh! Mo City TEXAS ain't no
hustle [Hook] [Z-Ro:] Some of my partnas ride blue, some of my partnas ride red And just like I got partnas that's free, I got partnas in the FED I got partnas in the state, for killing
get mo' cheddar I know you mad, cause my Benz got a lil' leather I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high I told Z-Ro when I met him, nigga I'ma ride We
I promise it wasn't nothing, but niggaz be gum bumping My pistol'll come jumping, nothing but infrared 32 grams up, and this killer could be a veteran not a rookie Z-Ro
fuckers, killing us Tripping out here, for these god damn streets To look good in these streets, to have thangs In these motherfucking streets, man fuck these streets [Z-Ro:] Damn these city
