Still Watchin'

Z-Ro

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    [Hook - 2x]
    Still watching, keep peeping
    Still watching me yeah, keep peeping

    [Z-Ro]
    They told me, if you feel me
    Fuck a record label, and a negotiation they trying to deal me
    They watching me to close, and trying to play me
    Make a nigga Unibomb your block, everybody on me will be a
    Swayze
    Patrick peep my hat trick, but I ain't an audition
    Even though I've been known, to make people and guns come up
    missing
    Witness, my disappearing act
    Cause motherfuckers be tripping and sweating me, like I'm still
    selling crack
    Or recognize my nigga Grady, out that P.U.D
    All them other niggaz act like it, but he's my G
    I sit and watch, as my home boys show me they fake love
    I'm your partna, why I come second to bitches and drugs
    So fuck balling with y'all, I ride out
    When I'm rich, I still flip in the truck and slide out
    Y'all done made a mistake, you should of never mixed my blood
    with Trae
    Them Maab niggaz have arrived, Z-Ro, Boss and Jay

    [Hook - 2x]

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    [Trae]
    You must of made a mistake, you should of never mixed my blood
    with Ro
    Them Maab niggaz have arrived, out the trunk with a fo'-fo'
    Pissed off and agg'd, running round with a attitude
    Repping the Dirty South, now where the fuck is your gratitude
    Selfish son of a bitch, we deserve the throne
    I can show you how to stunt, when I'm tipping the chrome
    You don't wanna see me with that Mack, in front of your home
    On the block in a drop, the same color as stone
    Out of your league, and lately I've been out of my mind
    I needed green as a team, so I got on the grind
    S.U.C., and nigga I've been repping it raw
    You rep it the wrong, and nigga I'll be breaking your jaw
    I ain't fucking with you niggaz, who be fucking with laws
    The same thang different day, y'all can kiss my balls

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Jay'Ton]
    Next nigga hating S.L.A.B., getting whooped and tossed
    Perpetrating like a G, when you knowing you soft
    It's Jay'Ton I ain't playing, when I'm spitting my name
    Double 12 gauge slugs, that'll fuck up your frame
    You got me wrong, in this song got me speaking the truth
    Hit the block with the glock, I'll show you my proof
    They should of never mixed my blood, with the Ro and Trae
    It's SK all day, Boss what you say

    [Lil Boss Hogg]
    Cop a sack cock the Lac, cut the corner
    Cuff Khakis creased, please call a corner
    Cut quarters and quarters, and kept it banging
    Blue both fat laces, bandanas hanging
    Bodies on extra tight, for the test a fight
    Bring light, to a nigga tonight
    Wife beater with a big heel, repping the set
    Breaking they necks, cashing they checks and fucking with Vets

    [Hook - 2x]

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