Rest in peace, Big Mello, we gon' miss you, nigga Man, I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga Taking million dolla pictures, me and all of my
(*talking*) Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking fa The real Kings, Lil' Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha Clover G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels
to the Homestead hoods From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful
But besides the bills she needs some love herself Now she's screaming her son's name, Lil' Ro come home Thirty minutes passed, she realized Yung Ro gone
-talamatoda, Big swangers on my Roder So they talking about my money in the city like promoters [Hook] [Verse 2: Z-Ro] I'm done so my criminal record
ya digg Anyway mayne I'm just out here tryna shake tha mothafucken potla fulla dolla out u nomtalkbout Everyday allday havin knot small pay niga what [Verse 1: Z-Ro
be nice, my face is frowned up everywhere I go, and I can't sleep nights I'm in my ride tryin to find my foes (Why You Be Trippin Z-ro?) [Verse 1:] They
I feel like fuckin I'm a wrap a 100 dolla bill around my dick Even tho I got a life time supply of bow ya head From my nigga j. prince I'm a million dolla
(*Talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all Been waiting on this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers
up and down the block, chasing change And off a million faces, there be a seven year case So we gotta be careful, when we slang [Z-Ro] It's the same
[Z-Ro] Bout time, they opened up the do' for Z-Ro Cause I've been dropping hits, since ten years ago Trying to do it legal, and not slang yayo If I can
love em no mo' Give me a half of pound, and you can run with Z-Ro hoe I'm a veteran bitch, square ass niggaz y'all rookies to me Wrap a hundred dollas
(*talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all Been waiting on this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers
[Hook] Why, do they worry me Because the game, ain't what it use to be Where did all the G's go, uh-huh [Z-Ro] I be beeping niggaz with cell phones So
[Z-Ro] I ain't having none of that riff-raff, so act like you know that I ain't friendly Treat everybody I come across, like they wanna put something
Running up and down the block, chasing change And off a million faces, there be a seven year case So we gotta be careful, when we slang [Z-Ro] It's the
see me coming down up on your slab, swanging thangs Playa don't hate me, hate the game Cause you see me coming down up on your slab, chopping blades [Z-Ro