Letra de Rip de Z-RoLetras de Canciones

Letra 'Rip'

[Z-Ro talking]
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
S.U.C. for life, R.I.P. Robert Davis
A.k.a Dj Screw this for you my nigga
Yeah this for you

[Z-Ro]
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
R.I.P. to Robert Davis on a fresh set of 3 s
S.U.C. 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

[Chorus - 2x]
R.I.P., I be forever repping S.U.C.
Until a nigga get to the tenth time
Mash on the gas and I won t stop, baby

[Z-Ro]
What you know about the dirty south, the dirty fucking third
Nigga fuck what you heard, D.P. 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

[Chorus - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
247 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

[Chorus - 2x]

[Z-Ro talking]
First and Foremost, Z-Ro the crooked, what s up
Hollering at all my real niggas, like I always do
Feel me, R.I.P. 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