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Verse 1
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[Z- Ro]
I'm a Ridgemont soldier,
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state of Texas stunner
King of the ghetto,
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even when I was a new comer
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24 hours a day, I be sending fellas under
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If they people want revenge,
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I nev er worry or wonder
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When my motherfucking beef coming
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Nigga this Rap- A- Lot mafia,
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head- n- chief coming
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Everybody claiming they got guerillas in they click,
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When automatics start bucking,
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they turn them monkeys on the vine
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Trying to get away, from the drama
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But my barrel be spinning,
like a set of Yokohama
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I gotta blame it on my messed up childhood,
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this how I turned out
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Hotter than first degree burns,
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unable to burn out
Verse 2
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[Hook - 2x]
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Z- Ro, I think you fellas
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know my name mayn
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Z- Ro, making these haters mad
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that's my thang mayn
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Z- Ro, I'm real and I ain't
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Z- Ro, me and a piece of platinum
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that's the same thang
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[Z- Ro] We ain't riding
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on no horses,
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We get it how we live,
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that's why it go down round here
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We going through thangs, plenty
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plenty pain round here
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I cheering a smoke ass,
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we don't play games round here
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Everybody living wild,
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nobody tame round here
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On they click em juice,
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with evil in they brain round here
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Since the turn of the century,
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it ain't been the
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Must be a soldier or get voted,
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just to claim round here
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say we a fashion show
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Don't let the Screw tapes fool
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you, cause we be blasting hoe
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This is what it sounds like,
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when we ride on our enemies
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we pulling negative energy
[Hook - 2x]
Verse 4
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[Z- Ro] Be all up in my
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face,
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when I be sanging that song
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But when haters be up in my face,
I be swanging that dome
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a virtue, that I don't have
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if you thinking that I won't jab
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I hate the world, is the kind of attitude I got
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But I could justify reasons,
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for any dude I shot
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So I never be watching my back,
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I'm not a criminal, just trying
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to keep t- bone in my tummy
I'm as good,
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as the best of them
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Or as bad, as the worst
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Lil' fella you can find out, don't make
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me have to pull my iron out
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I do my dirt but I hide it,
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like a bottle of Zydine
Outro 1
[Hook - 2x]
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