[bad word]  Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting on this here, yeah [bad word] R.I.P. Big Mello, [bad word]  Mafio, Big Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But [bad word] I still feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe niggaz be doing what
They be doing, I don't know though, [bad word] [bad word] it
We gon stay two deep in a fo' do'

[Z-Ro]
Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my [bad word] Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on doja
Military minded, I'm a [bad word] soldier
Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4
Not no [bad word]  and say I still ain't a hoe
Letting niggaz know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear
Why niggaz wanna talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, [bad word] old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry
If I do a murder, flee the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, [bad word] it's about war not bout peace [bad word] like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
[bad [bad word] down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the [bad word]  pulling over at the [bad word] cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide
Me and another [bad word]  on the way to the Golden Gate
[bad word] like me, can't wait
Just to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the [bad word] out my way
When [bad word] around your corner, so slow
It'll be the [bad word]  in the [bad word] Polo
That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign
Said it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggaz they be red, but Z-Ro blue [bad word] around your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet niggaz and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a [bad word] know
That [bad word] around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
fox photo, cause I do it in a flash [bad word] watch out, cause that could be your [bad word] I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
I flicks my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the [bad word] bench
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they keep looking
I don't give a [bad word]  like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Look and load a, [bad word] ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop, and let the [bad word] out
We don't give a [bad word]  bout a crooked [bad word] cop
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a [bad word] wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my [bad word] brother
R.I.P., to my [bad word] mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my [bad word] shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend
real live B-Boy, and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips, like Lego
Dark on a pump, just like Calvin Kato
Houston to the Rocket, a four-peat [bad word] I don't give a [bad word]  good punch a [bad word] [bad word] make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma take a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the ground
Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet
I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin
Then I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my [bad word]