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f/ Bettye Sterling

(*talking*)

Ha ha, 2000 and 1

Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don

Getting off my chest, know I'm saying

Cut these all the way off people, feel me

Yeah, this how it go, fa sho

[Z-Ro]

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo'

I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro

Never been a hoe, never been a broad

Every night 'fore I go to sleep, I gotta talk to God

One time, gotta keep it real

Got gold and diamonds in my grill

I'm for real, doing it like a song

Bleeding on the boulevard, all day long

Gots to get paid, in this damn rap game

Gotta get my feddy, gotta get my change

Me and my partna P-Roy, doing it every day in the struggle

Hold up my nigga, one day we gon bubble

Nigga we'll shine, we gon put it down

I'ma pimp my motherfucking pen, one time

Hold up, nothing but syrup in my cup

Riding on tre buck, and I don't give a fuck

About the law, nigga fuck the FED

I'm up in the game, just to stack a big head

Family getting fed, me and my wife wed

I'ma come down, I'm a Southiside vet

[Hook: Bettye Sterling]

Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine

And let it all swing out, I ride with Southside

Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine

And let it all swing out, I ride for Southside

[Z-Ro]

Like a drama bull, plus I got pull

When you see me on the damn scene, you know I'm fool

Popping handle bars, popping a X

I don't give a fuck, it's feeling warm in my chest

And I hope that God bless me, to get a platinum plack

Ain't no turning back, once I get the stack

Once I ain't cutting no slack, up in the game

Said it one time, now everybody know my name

Hollin' Ro, do another show

Wanted me to swang down, on another 4

Charge twenty grand, for a show

Plus, I want half of the do'

In this rap game, to get all the do'

I'ma come down, I got my shine on glow

Hollin' at the Big Steve, Mafio

R.I.P., to the Fat Pat though

[Hook: Bettye Sterling]

[Z-Ro]

Hold up, cause we balling

See us coming down looking good, and we crawling

Ain't falling, I ain't stalling

Coming down outta town, birds I'm hauling

To get paid, nigga I got my family on my mind

I'ma put it down, that's why I'ma shine

All in they face, like a motherfucking moon

A star, a sun and my uzi weigh a ton

Sitting in the microphone booth, going off

Working with the hard, working with the soft

In the motherfucking game, stacking my change

I'm in the motherfucking zone mayn

On my motherfucking block, it go down

I'm the thoedest and the coldest, nigga there is in H-Town

Know I'm saying, I ain't playing, steady spraying

[Hook: Bettye Sterling - 3x]

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