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letra de gotta be a g - z-ro & trae tha truth

[hook: billy cook – 2x]
i know, that i gotta be a g
till the day, that i’m gone
repping, for the southside of town
still sw-nging, on chrome

[mike d]
i’m on 4-30, with the top on miss
palimene got you stuttering, blades chopping and sh-t
like the way the tv falling, trunk be popping and sh-t
boo don’t break your neck, make your n-gga clock and sh-t
cause i’m a straight up hog, that always keep a glock in my sh-t
and when these young’ns wanna try me, i’ma block em and sh-t
they way she staring at a n-gga, he threw her out of his sh-t
so i had to bust a u, and re-ride to this b-tch
she run up hollin’ bout, this n-gga dope and dollas and sh-t
see i’m a hog baby girl, i’ll knock him out of his sh-t
it take a southside n-gga, to have power like this
and if you ain’t pumping for your paper, you ain’t talking bout sh-t

[trae]
it ain’t a d-mn thang changed, on the southside of town
i’m a block bleeder for li’, moving slow when i grind
but i’m full speed down the block, with the top let down
leaving them haters a mile away, cause they hating my shine
slow loud and bangin in my trunk, tap-tap when it bump
if you got plex n-gga then jump, you finna be quick to get dumped
cause trae ain’t gon never forget, what the game done got me
that’s why i’m faithfully thugging, and these wanna-be’s copy
but it’ll never be another me, i’m one of the mob
straight out the southside of houston, and i’m physically hard
the way the dub and the l, for the block that i’m roaming
for my n-gga screw, you know i’m still sw-nging on my chrome

[w.g.]
this a southside cl-ssic, game done got drastic
graduated from the deuce-deuce, to the plastic
nine millimeter, on your corner taking aim
these white folks in my face, calling me the blame
for the drug sales, and these wanna be a baller
gotta crawl ‘fore you walk, gotta stand much taller
f-ck them benzes and lorenzes, and them shiny thangs
we from southside houston texas, and we grinding mayn
we done waited our time, and lost some major figgas
got boys in the game, trying to get a lil’ bigger
r.i.p. to dj screw, and that f-a-t
without them there’s no me, but these boys can’t see

[hook – 2x]

[z-ro]
ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-fo’
it’s z-ro the crooked, taking over your radio
i’m a southside veteran, hands been registered as a weapon
but everytime i’m solo, i be two deep with smith-n-wesson
ain’t taking no chances, that be dealing with the devil
my game is so deep, a motherf-cker couldn’t even dig me with a shovel
like a true blue running devil, throwing c’s all day
represent that and i meant that, sent that in the form of a k
that’ll open up your body, call me z-ron-gotti
if these busters don’t know, they better ask somebody
either you can be a soldier, or get folded up like levi’s
z-ro been repping the south, ever since z-ro was knee-high

[hook – 2x]

- z ro trae tha truth

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