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letra de up in my face - z-ro

(-talks-)don’t these n-gg-s know we murder n-gg-s for real man?
(-sings-)f-cking around with z-ro n-gg- ya dead wrong (dead wrong) dead wrong (dead wrong)
(-talks-)know i’m saying, when i walk in the motherf-ckin club n-gg-s be hatin, but guess what i see though.
(-sings-)i see some n-gg-s tonight that should be having they head stomped (head stomped) head stomped (head stomped)

z-ro verse:
excuse me, get off my motherf-ckin toes
i ain’t got no love for you motherf-ckin hoes
raise up, ‘fore a n-gg- blaze up
i’d be the n-gg- that’ll tear yo face up
with a left, a right, i’m out-of-sight, i’m boss
i don’t give a f-ck, you see me flippin when i floss
riding with the trae, riding with the jay’ton
riding with my brother, brother, then we be on
on a money making mission, stackin our feddy
the world ain’t ready, so heavy like a chevy
slow it down going down, we gon put it up
if you talking sh-t to us b-tch, we shoot it up
talking bout yo block now, i be riding with my glock now
it’s non-stop now, around the clock now
gotta get my motherf-cker paper
stacking up my chips like lego
hey ho, i just want some brain
that’s that n-gg- trae, that’s my right-hand man.
man, n-gg- we gotta master plan.
nothing but thousand dollars spreads up in our hands
f-ck going to jail, gotta make bail
we living in h-ll, so what the f-ck oh well
and i don’t give a d-mn, as long as a n-gg- stay free
out here sippin codiene blowing on tree
at ease, motherf-cker, just relax
in my pocket, i gotta bunch of green backs
and that’s fact, i wouldn’t tell no lie
if you run up, i put a swoll on your eye
don’t even try to run up on that water
i beat the n-gg- like a motherf-ckin motor
like a transmission, and i’m standing up hustlin
on the motherf-ckin corner and i’m scufflin
to get my motherf-ckin cheese my motherf-cking bread
and you get one up in yo head
if you running up, trying to take what mine.
and in my f-cking pant’s line, i got that iron.
under my elastic, i’ll put flowers up in a basket
for a b-st-rd, to get his -ss kicked
try to f-ck around with n-gg- that roll with plastic.
yeeaaahh…

(-talks-)alright, know i’m saying
(-sings-)i don’t know why motherf-ckers up in my face b-mping they gums.
lately…
(-talks-)all that gum, and then he said here
(-sings-)i don’t know why motherf-ckers up in my face b-mping they gums.
yeeaahhh… lately… what the f-ck do you want with me?
(-talks-)feel me
(-sings-)s.u.c.
(-talks-)that’s my clique
(-sings-)s.u.c…
(-talks-)that’s my fam.
(-sings-)and it can’t stop…
(-talks-)till i d-i-e
(-sings-)f-ck around, in htown…
(-talks-)texas
(-sings-)oooooo…

(-talks-)alright, that’s how we gonna ride out with this sh-t. hos know, n-gg-s know. know i’m saying, we don’t give a d-mn. and i just did that off the top of my head.

(-sings-)leave a n-gg- dead…
from that lead, (from that lead), in his head (in his head)
put him underground (ground), where he can’t make a sound (can’t make a sound)
we don’t give f-ck (we don’t give f-ck), cause we ride on buck (we ride on buck)
in a trophy truck (trophy truck), leave a n-gg- stuck (leave a n-gg- stuck).

… oooooo…

(-talks-)
alright, and we gon ride out (ride out), slide out (slide out), ride out (ride out), know i’m saying.
you gotta do it right when you do the ride out.
yeah n-gg-, 2k3 we do our dirt but we hide it like a bottle of cyanide.
we on the south-sill fa-lil, b-tch.
guess that’s just how it is.
f-cking with us southside n-gg-s.
f-ck it, i guess that’s just how it is man.
we don’t give a d-mn though.
n-gg-s gonna have to make way for us fool.
cause guess what…
(-sings-)you can… keep watching, keep peeping, ya still sleeping, on the weekend. but we be up and we be woke…
(music cuts)
(-talks-)d-mn the beat gone? f-ck the track, let’s go to the next one.

- z ro

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