Zino Always Said

[Intro] When I go to church I’m strapped, when I go say hi to ma I’m strapped, when I go by pampers I'm strapped That’s the way it is. Why is it? For my dead homie. I just lost a homie the other day man you know Sometimes I I don’t really know what to say, you know I don’t even know how to go by and say hey hey hey this dealing, I’m sorry what happened [Verse 1: Nines] Freedom or jail, shoot to kill, while I'm squeezing the shell Came to the club alone I’ll probably leave with your girl When I was putting weed on the scale, you niggas was watching Kenan and Kel, My nigga T in the cell reading his mail I got the gun under the leather jacket, and if I pull it out I’ll leave more holes in you than a tennis racket I used to be bummy now I’m fly, the niggas drop dimes, I’m throwing money in the sky Grey Goose and the Henny got me tipsy, my buds green and fluffy like the Teletubby Dipsy It’s got me thinking with a cloudy mind, Coming through with four rings like the Audi sign Me and Cash got them Feds looking for the main stash Me and Ki's the modern day Jay-z and Dam Dash All about the money, I love scrillah, MC slash Drug Deala [Verse 2: Skrapz] Got the tints in the whip, Put the Clip in the stick, Bloods talking some shit, yeah I’m fully equipped Bout to drive round town start bullying and shit Bout to turn on heat with the 40 I grip Bout to make shit peak on the streets that we’re living in Even though the odds look bad I ain’t giving in I ain’t giving up, Hard times come but I’ll grind I ain’t living bruh, You shoulda known me better than that And if I catch a nigga slipping and I’m peppering that Lights out, White Sheet, Body Bag, it’s a wrap They ain’t fucking the straps Keep trying to tell the young lil cats that they shouldn’t try follow my tracks Meanwhile I’m on the roads tryna build up my stacks I ain’t trying to get slumped in my whip like Pac So I’m holding my strap And if a nigga gets close, whip it out, let it off, make his body collapse [Verse 3: Cash Money] Mi nuh buy gun fi show, my gun will blow, go toe to toe, paigan dem fi know, them got crazy bullet Finger squeeze on the trigger, in the fray some bullet, nah nah Yeah gun banging, Church’s man jamming, protect me life, yeah great unplanning Coulda red, coulda blue bandana Crime scene, yo rifle man slammin’ See them runnin’ a runnin’, trouble be comin’ a comin’ With some long gun yo for the dummy a dummy Shot in the face, something that boy be tumblin’ and tumblin’ Give them a rampage, taking cash money me money Me a crimescene, dunkno me feel it, dun lived the life, some boy them a dreaming Never bust my gun and never mean it, every time I close my eyes I see Zino every minute [Hook] Since he went away, people always say That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days Zino always said, that if he went away We should always ride, and let them go away Since he went away, people always say That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days Zino always said, that if he went away We should always ride, and let them go away [Verse 4: Storm Millian] Dope For once I can think, how the mac will sing I ain’t thinking la la la, I’m think bullets echoing Travelling faster than a train, lift you higher than a plane For my niggas and my dead homies I will blow his brain Shake cook dirty face, niggas know the way I flow Shake cook cocaine, road to the fucking bot Niggas tryna chat shit, show em I’m in a different zone Fuck that! I get it poppin’ anywhere the fuck I go Lord knows, he will end up ghost by the minute No Popeye eating spinach, cos firms as many digits In the row, one after the other, bullets in his soul He should’ve know, I don’t play if you come around Church Road We be bare strong, shuffling burn crop, Earn dope, Keep that money flow I ain’t stopping til my faith blow up, sky high, I want the whole world to fucking know us Crimescene, yellow tape, Hold my niggas [Verse 5: S Dot B Lee] Come up in the strip, a little pan in the stick Gang bang with the gang, with that extra clip I got love for the bloods, I got love for the crips I love fucking that gangsta bitch And I love to discharge, from the small to the large See a couple of them things in my uncle’s garage Like Cash I’m protecting the yard You can get it like Supas T if you wanna go hard Couple of these chicks yeah I had to bone Wouldn’t leave me alone, they even follow me home If their man found out then it’s likely on I already know the boyfriend don’t like Leon So what if it might be on Rolling in the rental, ride for long And I ain’t even on the badman ting But I beat gunshots on a pagan’s skin [Verse 6: BG] I’m riding my pistol, yes I pissed now And I just fully loaded, and Imma get down Me got a 40 in me waist Look nah You’ll eyeball bullets in your face Yo Cash Money, boy rides the AK with the whips Banana clips with all extension clips Boy dead quick, head fly without Visa Bolt in my stray with Lisa So what’s popping? No, not that Church Road feds are clocking They want to know where we go about shopping Sun til early 10, so they parking Like they wanna come with body wagon That’s the burden rolling with bad gangs Nobody can see them again With no beg friend, money making to the end Going out to wally gate with them [Hook] [Verse 7: Streetz] Alright say no more I spit crack, and every bar is war All my fiends are fantastic, they want four I need to get rich, I don’t want to be poor The youngers got the block, like IKEA they slam drawers Mum said standing on block ain’t a good cause But I ain’t trying to do this forever, I’m trying to open doors Cash rules everything, I don’t want to break the law But the block makes more sales than boats on a seashore Are you listening? I spit crack, Man I get it in Don’t take it lightly if you see my niggas pedalling The macs gone, but I got AKs that will melt your skin Shell spitting out, it’s knocking bodies let me in On the real I swear down it’s political Not the guy from Bridge with designs but your Kritikal Should’ve known better than talking bull Now you got your frame all open like Kermit in Paid in Full [Verse 8: P Dubbz] This is the live some of us have gladly chosen This is the live some of us have sadly grown in I’m sorry to say but some of them won’t live to see their old age It’s gone pear shaped in this road rage Now it’s postcode days Mind your colours, and watch out for the shit that your clothes say This whole game is messed up I tell you For a new identity, niggas will sell you Out to the popoWatch how you move There’s no rats in my dojo No grass around my house, so there’s no snakes when I go home But still I sleep lightly You know I don’t know what it might be Like tomorrow, you know in the end people like to follow Having evilish thoughts, you can see through a man But you can’t see from his heart, no love streets for a while Now we can’t even dance, Migraine skanking Somebody in the rave will have your migraine shanked in [Verse 9: Fatz] Flying up the country, with the food in my crutch Super doing 140, gassing on the clutch 6 months back my nigga Nines had the palace Switching up chicks plus weighing up cabbage You can bring me anywhere Imma be the same Fatz, I stay strapped, and bun a nigga A-SAP I’m feeling like Bishop at the roof Thinking who could I trust, I’m telling you the truth So I’m stack on the Queen, gripping the machine Fully automatic, you should see the magazine Fire on the lean, straight crack that I’m spitting Most can’t adapt to the life that I’m living Guns near the dash, moneys in the stash No time for girls, I fell in love with cash If I could change my life, I wouldn’t change nothin’ Trying to make a mill before I’m lying in my coffin [Hook] [Verse 10: Mino] Mino, Crimescene, you know, boy ain’t leaving Shots hitting his chest make him breathing The whole season, yeah my niggas are grimey Nothing like electricians when lock off your light Bout to hit him in the head, couple of breadwin beside If the prick tied up, like the red in the tie My niggas are full breeds, with no force Take it back to the blades, give him the blowtorch You can say I hate a nigga, it’ll be bare smart I be putting in work, like the air force And if you air talk, this is straight talk Mac will be resting on your brain like some weird thought [Verse 11: Baloo] I’m big in to this, I big in to this You can ask about me I’m a big artist I couldn’t really care for who talks the hardest It all sounds garbage, I spit retard sh*t Niggas look and stare how my chain glow Cos I’m from a place that’s got guns like Saints Row You can get your wig caught back like a cainrow No mortal kombat but shit can get fatal I never claimed to be an angel I done a lot of dirt, I’ve shot a lot of work I rid out with the stralley, hit the stralley in the dirt And all now I couldn’t really tell you was it worth But now I know my purpose since birth Imma make it big before a nigga leave this earth I’ve seen the highs and lows and even worse I’m too grown now to be fighting over turf [Hook]