Payback

(*talking*) Didn't I tell you motherfuckers, (yeah you told em Ro) I'ma get you if I owe ya, (now they running) That's real talking straight up, Z-Ro the Crooked motherfucker Know I'm tal'n bout (they know), T-R-A-E (kin folk) No motherfucking game (none), keep a straight aim (guns) And hanging brains (yeah), S.U.C. for life [Trae] This one here is dedicated to the one, who put that slug in my car I ain't forgot I promised I'd get ya, let's take it to war Too many close encounters with death, back then it was funny But now I got a son, and ain't nobody taking him from me You better have bulletproof, on that red Lac that you swanging Cause seventeen inside of my Glock, about to leave niggas stinking I know where you hanging, and lately I've been feeling revenge On the grounds of bitch niggas, showing off with they friends Fuck y'all I'm a gorilla, that'll mob for life And any nigga running up on me, get scarred tonight How would you call a A.B.N., whenever be necessary Read in the flesh, I'm bout to get the click and these bitches scary They don't want it with Trae, Ro, Boss and Jay'Ton Lil' B, Dub-G and me be ready for Vietnam Unloading the clip, on the next to talk shit Lights out mask up, yelling out South Klique [Z-Ro] You can ride with a hundred niggas, when you out in the streets That ain't enough, to keep you safe from me Or you can live in a vest and a helmet, in the Penitentiary That ain't enough, to keep you safe from me I use to call you my nigga, now I replaced him out with bitch ass Once you a hoe to Ro, you a bitch no longer roam the side of my blast But in the front, if you give me all of my money bitch Fuck a rich man's anthem, this that homeless and that hungry shit I done cried so long, all my tears done dried up Minus the revenge, get found murdered and tied up Or seen slained with just a signal, Boss with the sawed off And Jay'Ton waiting on the right moment, to blow they balls off I ain't had a piece of pussy, like the nine I bust So it's safe to say I'm pretending, everytime I fuck Better remember that the trigga, got's no heart If I was you, I would get my people out of the house it's getting dark (*talking*) Your T. Jones, your uncle your Auntie, your grandma Your grandaddy, with his dusty ass All them hoes, gotta go nigga You fucking with the Maab nigga M double A-B for li' that's forever, ain't no hoe in our blood nigga From the West to Pud nigga straight up, motherfuckers be burried Ain't no love, for none of you hoe ass niggas P-A-spanage motherfuckers, strong enough for a man-ass niggas But guess what, got this damn thang in my hand nigga What the fuck you gon do, with this bitch in your mouth nigga Can you sing with it, can you pronounce a word with it Na nigga, Z-Ro the Crooked Guerilla Maab nigga Trae, Z-Ro my nigga Pot Belly in this bitch No love for none of you niggas, fuck y'all