Intro
Z-Ro
Uh, tell me "What's goin' on?";
We can't all have bricks somebody gotta have a stone;
Tell the truth y'all fellas just makin' songs;
How the fuck you got a trap if you ain't even got a home?;
They claimin' they king or ruler they claimin' they Big Meech;
How the fuck is that when they people be nibblin' while they eat?;
We want all that, we want all this, my nigga we gon' get all these;
Name brand everything on my body, we ain't fuckin' with tall tees;
If I'm drivin', we all drivin', if I'm fuckin', we all fuckin';
If I'm beefin', we all beefin', so if I'm dumpin' then we all dumpin';
This my world and I'm king homie, got a kilogram in my ring homie;
I'm ridin' dirty when I'm clean homie, yo bitch is stupid if she ain't up on me;
Won't borrow nothin', I don't need a loan, the T.V. screen what you see me on;
Trap or Die I get my Young Jeezy on, 5K1 niggas I leave alone;
Homie where that Jag at, the one that you was rappin' 'bout?;
Where them Louie bags at, the ones you get them stacks about?;
I got all them bricks you know, the ones that you was askin' 'bout;
Pimp C my shit with a pair of binoculars, a telescope plus your glasses out;
I ain't tryin' to hear it if it ain't about no bread;
Matter fact if it ain't 50 thousand ain't gettin' outta my bed, 'nuff said;
Go to the shootin' range for what?;
I don't waste bullets on nothin', they just for brains and guts;
Since I'm pimpin' homie you can rent an amazin' slut;
Do whatever you wanna do to that hoe long as you pay the slut;
They say the blacker the berry, then the sweeter the juice;
But I'm from a street military, I chop down trees at the roots;
Ain't nothing sweet about this fruit, you can take one bite of this and you dead;
You can be kin to me and fuck over me, I'll put a halo over yo head;
Right after they give me dap like a muh'fucka;
Now they wanna hit me with the strap like a muh'fucka;
Murder me for just over a stack like a muh'fucka;
Never face to face it's from the back like a muh'fucka;
Wanna go to Heaven but you're scared to die;
My wings spread eagle fashion I'm prepared to fly;
Whoever said Z-Ro is not the truth they said a lie;
They got a lot of shit to say run up and say it right now;
3rd Ward everyday all in the bottoms trying to find ya;
Tough talkin' turn to plea bargainin' when I'm right behind ya;
Respect men only I never respect a vagina;
You're smellin' like a pussy my nigga, you need to douche;
I'm ridin' Bentley bitch, your bicycle need a push;
I got a real trap house, I let you hustle out the bush;
Buying 40 dollar wholesales, you a muthafuckin' smoker;
We laughin' at you, you just a 40 year old joker;
I'm Srewed Up Click, South Park Coalition and The Killa Klan;
Not glorifyin' murder but I really know how it feel to kill a man;
But I don't wanna kill again but I won't hesitate to leave you breathless;
Since he say he Houston well that must make me Texas;
Muh'fuckas wanna see me die;
Muh'fuckas should've known by now;
I'm un-muthafuckin'-stoppable;
I can't be stopped and they just don't know why;
Muh'fuckas should've known by now;
I'm un-muthafuckin'-stoppable;
Wonder why they can't get a piece of the pie;
Muh'fuckas should've known by now;
I'm un-muthafuckin'-stoppable;
To tell the truth I'm just a hell of a guy;
Muh'fuckas should've known by now;
I'm un-muthafuckin'-stoppable;
Uh, tell me "What's goin' on?";
We can't all have bricks somebody gotta have a stone;
Tell the truth y'all fellas just makin' songs;
How the fuck you got a trap if you ain't even got a home?;
They claimin' they king or ruler they claimin' they Big Meech;
How the fuck is that when they people be nibblin' while they eat?;
We want all that, we want all this, my nigga we gon' get all these;
Name brand everything on my body, we ain't fuckin' with tall tees;
If I'm drivin', we all drivin', if I'm fuckin', we all fuckin';
If I'm beefin', we all beefin', so if I'm dumpin' then we all dumpin';
This my world and I'm king homie, got a kilogram in my ring homie;
I'm ridin' dirty when I'm clean homie, yo bitch is stupid if she ain't up on me;
Won't borrow nothin', I don't need a loan, the T.V. screen what you see me on;
Trap or Die I get my Young Jeezy on, 5K1 niggas I leave alone;
Homie where that Jag at, the one that you was rappin' 'bout?;
Where them Louie bags at, the ones you get them stacks about?;
I got all them bricks you know, the ones that you was askin' 'bout;
Pimp C my shit with a pair of binoculars, a telescope plus your glasses out;
I ain't tryin' to hear it if it ain't about no bread;
Matter fact if it ain't 50 thousand ain't gettin' outta my bed, 'nuff said;
Go to the shootin' range for what?;
I don't waste bullets on nothin', they just for brains and guts;
Since I'm pimpin' homie you can rent an amazin' slut;
Do whatever you wanna do to that hoe long as you pay the slut;
They say the blacker the berry, then the sweeter the juice;
But I'm from a street military, I chop down trees at the roots;
Ain't nothing sweet about this fruit, you can take one bite of this and you dead;
You can be kin to me and fuck over me, I'll put a halo over yo head;
Right after they give me dap like a muh'fucka;
Now they wanna hit me with the strap like a muh'fucka;
Murder me for just over a stack like a muh'fucka;
Never face to face it's from the back like a muh'fucka;
Wanna go to Heaven but you're scared to die;
My wings spread eagle fashion I'm prepared to fly;
Whoever said Z-Ro is not the truth they said a lie;
They got a lot of shit to say run up and say it right now;
3rd Ward everyday all in the bottoms trying to find ya;
Tough talkin' turn to plea bargainin' when I'm right behind ya;
Respect men only I never respect a vagina;
You're smellin' like a pussy my nigga, you need to douche;
I'm ridin' Bentley bitch, your bicycle need a push;
I got a real trap house, I let you hustle out the bush;
Buying 40 dollar wholesales, you a muthafuckin' smoker;
We laughin' at you, you just a 40 year old joker;
I'm Srewed Up Click, South Park Coalition and The Killa Klan;
Not glorifyin' murder but I really know how it feel to kill a man;
But I don't wanna kill again but I won't hesitate to leave you breathless;
Since he say he Houston well that must make me Texas;
Muh'fuckas wanna see me die;
Muh'fuckas should've known by now;
I'm un-muthafuckin'-stoppable;
I can't be stopped and they just don't know why;
Muh'fuckas should've known by now;
I'm un-muthafuckin'-stoppable;
Wonder why they can't get a piece of the pie;
Muh'fuckas should've known by now;
I'm un-muthafuckin'-stoppable;
To tell the truth I'm just a hell of a guy;
Muh'fuckas should've known by now;
I'm un-muthafuckin'-stoppable;
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Wayne Mcvey
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