Screwed Up

Z-Ro

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    [Z-Ro]
    Screwed Up Click killas these niggas don't want none
    When I be coming down and gripping, on my gun
    Finger, on the trigger, every-body ducking
    And running, from the scene cause Z-Ro done start busting
    No Longer, serving fiends, I'm serving the drug dealers
    Affiliated with killers and multiple blood spillers
    A nigga from out the 4, you know I, don't sleep
    If a nigga don't work then a nigga, don't eat
    So a nigga is gone hustle, a nigga is gone grind
    Watch a young nigga shine, bitch this world is mine
    I wanted to ball in the mix, I turned my crumbs into brick
    Out of town, dump u-haulers turning east bigga niggas in and out
    With one callers, we shot callers, and ballas and 20 inch blade crawlers
    Big body, tinted up, Mazzaratti Impala
    We prowlers on the scene, we go our mug on mean
    It use to be sipping fours but now it's jugs of that codeine
    Quarter pines be puffing but it ain't nothing but grass
    Now how you love this bezeltine and all this wood on my dash
    All this starch on my ass, and all this money in my stash
    And how you love the way your hoes get all this dick in they ass
    We Screwed Up entertainers, hoe ass nigga restrainers
    Assembly line in the kitchen pickens in proper containers
    We real niggas, not ill niggas, polos rap more than Hilfigers
    We in this rap game to get mill niggas, running up on us you get killed niggas

    [Chorus - 2x]
    Money making we gone ball baby, we coming down
    We some six figga niggas Screwed Up Click on the rise
    Screwed Up Click'd never fall baby, we coming down
    We some six figga niggas Screwed Up Click on the rise

    [Grace]
    Staying crunk, blazing blunts, jamming Z-Ro funk
    Keep mind on money working my hundred got these boys popping trunks
    Screwed Up baller in the mix, trying to turn these crumbs into some bricks
    Sideways on switches we gone sip, drinking on drink and smoking dip
    Living my life in slow motion, riding high sipping potion
    Bring wet on fly like the ocean, got a Screwed Up playa just coasting
    With mind at ease blowing trees, stacking g's, swanging threes
    We coming down watch us clown in these H-Town streets
    Popped up and shining and blind you, fifth wheels reclining they minding
    It's about that time Screwed Up take over, wrecking boys skills in rhyming
    Six figga niggas and drug dealers pimping pens for our scrilla
    Sipping drink and smoking killer, the coast, fly figgas
    Pad blessed and chopped records Screwed Up, Houston Texas
    We coming down, looking good gripping wood like some veterans
    Money making Screwed Up baller blade crawling, shot calling
    Made living missing Christmas stacking ends never falling

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    [Chorus - 2x]

    (talking)
    Shit, Screwed Up Click on the rise baby
    Big Jett hollering at all my partnas, youknowI'msaying
    Wave that shit for your hood

    [Z-Ro]
    We gone ball till we fall
    knocking down Fassacci at the mall
    Everytime I sip my cup gone stand tall
    got a wide ass phone when I make my call
    White folks be tripping on salary cap
    that's why your Prime Co. phone tapped
    Studied the dope game for the rap
    now cause of my skin I travel the map
    From stage to stage to stage to stage
    making a loot with a loose leaf page
    I got on my knees and I say my praise
    and repent everytime I misbehave
    You want to get me for my riches
    better mind your bidness, I minded for you
    Fuck around and touch your brain I ball
    with a mug Z-Ro gone shine for you
    I call the shot, cause I cop the clock
    everytime it get hot I drop the top, or
    Bunny hop up out the cream of the crop
    smash on the gas and never stop for cops
    Ball till I fall, that's what I'm gone do
    screen in my phone screaming who you do
    I bleed the block with a hand full of rocks now
    I got a cassette and as long as you
    Talk about the fame, bout the struggle
    talk about how long it took a nigga to bubble
    Since I call the shots I don't call them off
    hoes flock around me like a first time huddle
    Don't have to kiss, I don't have to fuck
    I just pull out my dick bitch you could suck
    Or ball till I fall, and if I ever fall down
    I'ma rescore and bounce right back up

    [Chorus - 2x]

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