Z-Ro The Crooked
[Z-Ro:]
The swisher papers got me dyin' so I practice smokin' squares
And I see death around the corner so I'm quick to say a prayer
Livin' my life on the corner with thugs sellin' my drugs known as a chiller
But push my button watch your life 'cause I transform to a killer.
Me sippin' the drink, me smokin' me dank, me tippin' me herb & formaldehyde
Open it all of me niggas are ready to ride.
Could I be innocent 'til proved guilty by Judge Judy?
But the fact remains, they confiscated my weed & my Uzi
Now I'm in correctional facilities, livin' raw
Sharin' a cell with the niggas that I whupped on in the free world
But ain't a god damn thing changed I'm still breakin' a jaw
Ain't finna lose no sleep over nan one of y'all
One of y'all with 4's could run up on me & I guarantee that one of y'all gonna fall
I'm just here to do my time, not to trouble you
But I'm a drop these jealous haters until they hear 1-9-3-2-0-7-0-6-8-T-W
In the free world one more god damn gin, causin' havoc & fury
I'm a be poppin' pills, smokin' that kill & for the members of the jury
'Cause vengeance is mine, but I'm locked down, feelin' forsaken
And my penis mightier than the sword because my tools have been taken
Straight from the streets of Houston Texas yes my freedom they took it
But muthafuckers can't take my will to survive nigga
I'm Z-Ro The Crooked.
[Chorus:]
In the wicked world, here come the champion, look out, look out
Abracadabra & runnin' with the gun in 'em hand, look out, look out.
[Z-Ro:]
Hallucinations are trickin' me, makin' me think I'm about to die.
Could it be that fire that somebody really have a 3-54 plus 3 pointed at me?
They givin' me stitches of rectangles & squares askin' me what does this mean to me
But I'm ready for the combat give me my muthafuckin' law back
Bitch I don't want no needles in me, y'all thinkin' I mean it, tryin' to do me
In a room full of evil men takin' my mind to a place that I never been
But I'm a soldier roamed the battlefield in the middle of the war
You either have to die or have to kill, so I ain't guilty muthafucker
Raise up off of my N U T's 'cause you can't harm me
Everlastin' I'm ever blastin' I reckon you better get the army to swarm me
Because the Indonesia cannabis helps me tackle the pain
But I'm gettin' so weak because I'm shackled in chains
Now my brain is goin' insane, feelin' like my spirit is about to get evicted
'Cause I'm a victim of a world so wicked, time & time.
I ask myself why did they turn the heat up? I was chasin' paper
But niggas was jealous because they couldn't keep up
I'm Z-Ro The Crooked.
[Z-Ro talking:]
I ain't ditchin' old punk ass nigga
Look in my muthafuckin' eyes nigga
'Til I die, I'm a be real.
[Z-Ro:]
Come load, show me a mercy overwhelmed in deep distress
Although I realize it's nothin' but a test, but I can't take it
'Cause my brain is goin' insane lately.
See how many enemies that I have & how viscously they hate me?
Deliver my life from they power forgive my sins, see my sorrow, feel my pain
Let it never be said I trusted you in vein
As long as I'm walkin' this Earth my problems go from bad to worse
And I know it's gonna be that way until they lower my casket in the dirt
But all I'm askin' for is just a little piece of mind
And I know that if I keep the faith it shouldn't be hard for me to find
But in my mind it's hard to turn the other cheek, could've been a wise man
Because of the revelation of scripture that I speak
Everyday for 20 muthafuckin' years
A nigga been facin' so many fears & nothin' sheddin' so many tears
But dear Sandra don't cry, all I can say is if they kill me I took it
But even in death I'm victorious they couldn't fade me
I was Z-Ro The Crooked.
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