Tonart: G# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Ridgemont soldier, state of Texas stunner
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even when I was a new comer
24 hours a day, I be sending fellas under
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If they people want revenge,
I never 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,
why they be lying
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When automatics start bucking,
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,
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like a set of Yokohama
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I gotta blame it on my messed up childhood,
this how I turned out
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Hotter than first degree burns,
unable to burn out
Verse 2
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Ro, I think you fellas
know my name mayn
Z- Ro, making these haters mad
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
that's the same thang
Verse 3
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ain't riding on no horses, round here
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,
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plenty plenty pain round here
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I cheering a smoke ass,
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 same round here
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Must be a soldier or get voted,
just to claim round here
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Some people, say we a fashion show
Don't let the Screw tapes fool you,
cause we be blasting hoe
This is what it sounds like,
when we ride on our enemies
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Houston Texas,
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we fulla negative energy
Interlude 1
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Verse 4
(Z- Ro)
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all up in my face,
when I be sanging that song
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But when haters be up in my face,
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I be swanging that dome
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Because patience is a virtue,
And you a fool, if you thinking that I won't jab
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is the kind of attitude I got
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But I could justify reasons,
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So I never be watching my back,
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I'm not a criminal,
just trying to keep t- bone in my tummy
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I'm as good, 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,
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don't make me have to pull my iron out
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I do my dirt but I hide it,
like a bottle of Zydot
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(- 2x)
Outro 1
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