Lyrics Crack Intro - Z-RO

Guess who's back (hey) uh ha ha ha that's right
King of the ghetto (hey) the mo city don
Z-Ro the crooked (that's right)
That's my mother fuckin' name nigga (that's right, that's right)
And I'm representing (whaa) Assholes By Nature (nature)

Screwed Up Click all motha fuckin' day long until the casket drop (real talk nigga)
Nigga I'm doin' this shit for DJ Screw (hey)
Nigga I'm doin' this shit for Big Hawk (hey)
Nigga I'm doin' this shit for Big Steve Mafioso (hey)
I'm doin' this shit for Big Mellow (what)
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm doin' this shit for Pimp C nigga (real talk)

That's right all the mother fuckin' fallen soldiers in the game nigga
(You know what I'm talkin' 'bout)
It's real out here on these motherfuckin' city streets, nigga
(That's alright) huh, me? I'm representing mo city nigga RIDGEMONT 4 to be exact
That's what's up with me nigga, five, duece hoova crip, nigga
'Til the casket drop nigga, 'til the world blow you, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
I ain't set trippin' though nigga I'm just out here gettin' this goddamn bread
That's what it's about to me nigga, so back back a little, I'ma show you how to do this shit

One time, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, this my new shit called Crack
Why it's called Crack? 'Cause it's the new work nigga
Get ya HOODA ready to blaze nigga

I tried to beat my felony but I lost that case
Oh well I went to jail and I lost that weight
Met a couple dime pieces but I'm true to one women
I can spot a devil with breasts when I see one comin'
What's the matter, y'all actin' like y'all mad I'm free
Like to see me suferrin' is what you glad to see
News flash, I ain't been doin' bad in so long
Makin' money in prison like I was still at home
Bought a few more vehicles and super size my house
Made a call to Paul Wall and he re-did my mouth

I know you wonder why I'm the most hated rapper down south
I'm so deep they can't reach what I be talkin' about
With the same size foot, you couldn't fill these shoes
You ain't gotta be a crip for you to dig these blues
Where the player haters at?
It's time to hate me again
Same pistol, yeah it's dusty, been off safety again
Same slug nose straight 5.7 ain't nothin' changed
Ain't lookin' for no trouble just protectin' my brain

Don't want me to reach out and touch you
Stay outta my way, you don't give me a reason
I ain't gonna murder you man
I'm the new crack, put me on yo hooda and blaze me
You ain't even gotta re-scope, jus' smoke me daily
If you lookin' for a buzz this the wrong CD
Homie don't press play unless you ready to O.D (flat line)

Older people love my music
They don't think I'm a thug
Even little kids listen 'cause they don't think I'm a drug
In reality I'm an addiction but that's a good thing
Not for television, I'm a world wide hood thing
Record stores and dealers movin' my shit
Bootleggers they got the real deal but it's too hard to call it quits
And you got the nerve to call me underground? Nigga please
Here go 14 new songs, overdose on these