Z-Ro Ima Gangsta Lyrics

[talking:]
What it do, this one for all you hoe a__ n____z
You n____z claim to be down, we been doing this n____
We been out here sliding n____z, we been out here doing boys
Been out here wrecking, you n____z ain't s___
Hoe a__ n____z, make a n____ slide your b____ a__
Under a closed do' n____, you got us f___ed up

[Z-Ro:]
When it get gangsta, I don't see too many n____z repping they set
But in front of these dog a__ hoes, they rep it to death
There go Z-Ro the Crooked, better put some pep in your step
You ain't got enough insurance, to get yourself in a wreck
I put a cease on all breathing, when I squeeze my weapon
Better hope God cut for ya, cause you gon need that blessing
Somebody save him, it's gon take all of his homies to help him
And if he run, it ain't gon take but three of these to catch him
I'm dedicated to the delivery, of a Smith & Wesson
While keeping it under cover, to keep authorities guessing
Who did it when it happened, real n____z don't make a scene
b____ n____z publicize it, and end up with ten to fifteen
Talking about how they done crept up, on a n____ from the blind
Couldn't even acknowledge they presence, they cowards in my eye

Right before I merk me a n____, he don't know who hit him
Before I pull the trigger, I let him see my face and then I send him

[Hook:]
I'm a gangsta, p____ n____z better stay up out my way
Frown on my face, I'm holding my AK
Handling bidness, digging ditches everyday hey
I'm a gangsta, p____ n____z better stay up out my way
I'ma be checking n____z, till I'm old and grey
Serious bidness, that n____ Z-Ro he don't play hey

[Z-Ro:]
Ever since I was a youngster, bagging them grams up
I've seen so many times, in the back of the squad car in them handcuffs
Playing for a blue van, cause if it's red n____ that's FED
I guess it's back to drank and pretties, and eating at Jack Mack's Red
But I'd rather be free, up in the streets collecting money
From weed to drank, a long currensy just like Bun B
There go the the laws my n____, don't let em see you hit the weed
Cause we get more than a misdemeanor, for a__ault rifles and cheese
Yeah I'm rapping m_________er, but I'm still on the block
Just cause you see me on the T.V., don't mean I stopped punching the clock
That's fa sho money, I ain't seen a royalty yet but I get show money
By any means necessary, Z-Ro gotta get some mo' money
Now cheuffer's open up do's for me, it's just like Burger King
m_________ers love my rap and got hypnotized, the first time they heard me sing
That's why I'm able to purchase Afghanic by the pound, and a lot of drank
And to y'all jackers this ain't a glock b____, when it pop it's out of tank

[Hook]

[Z-Ro:]
These days, I roll alone it's just my heater with me
f___ all of these females, my heavleck is my main hoe so I keep her with me
Everytime she speaks, she leave b_____ white sheets
And I got a rambo knife, sharp enough to cut straight to the white meat
Make me use it on ya, take it out take a breather then reuse it on ya
It's on you I could murder your a__, or drop some murder music on ya
And f___ that Hollywood s___, I'm from the corner
Newport Short box, and a cup of coedine f___ a Corona
I'ma be grooving it, till the world stop moving y'all know what that mean
C walking in blue and black All-Stars, with blue and black strings
A short sleeve d___ie top, with the bulletproof up underneath
Den Den you ain't no Crip n____ you's a b____, cause you won't come to me
Talk that s___ in my face, you been talking behind my back
I'm so confident that I'ma beat your a__, I ain't gotta be behind my strap
To that n____ Killa Kyleon, stay in your place
If I wanted to get you, I'd send b____es with razors to play in your face

[Hook x2]