Lyrics Up in My Face - Z-RO

Don′t these niggas know we murder niggas for real man?
Fucking around with Z-RO nigga you dead wrong (dead wrong) dead wrong (dead wrong)
Know I'm saying, when I walk in the motherfuckin′ club niggas be hatin', but guess what I see though
I see some niggas tonight that should be having they head stomped
(Head stomped) head stomped (head stomped)

Excuse me, get off my motherfuckin' toes
I ain′t got no love for you motherfuckin′ hoes
Raise up, 'fore a nigga blaze up
I′d be the nigga that'll tear your face up
With a left, a right, I′m out-of-sight, I'm boss
I don′t give a fuck, you see me flippin' when I floss
Riding with the Trae, riding with the Jay'ton
Riding with my brother, brother, then we be on

On a money making mission, stackin′ our feddy
The world ain′t ready, so heavy like a Chevy
Slow it down, we gon' put it up
If you talking shit to us bitch, we shoot it up
Talking ′bout your block now, I be riding with my glock now
It's non-stop now, around the clock now
Gotta get my motherfuckin′ paper
Stacking up my chips like Lego

Hey ho, I just want some brain
That's that nigga Trae, that′s my right-hand man
Man, nigga we got a master plan
Nothing but thousand dollars spreads up in our hands
Fuck going to jail, gotta make bail
I'm living in hell, so what the fuck? Oh well
And I don't give a damn, long as a nigga stay free
Out here sippin′ codiene, blowing on trees

At ease, motherfucker, just relax
In my pocket, I gotta bunch of green backs
And that′s a fact, I wouldn't tell no lie
If you run up, I put a swoll on your eye
Don′t even try to run up on that water
I beat the nigga like a motherfuckin' motor
Like a transmission, and I′m standing up hustlin'
On the motherfuckin′ corner and I'm scufflin'

To get my motherfuckin′ cheese, my motherfucking bread
And you get one up in your head
If you running up, trying to take what′s mine
And in my fucking pant's line, I got that iron
Under my elastic, I′ll put flowers up in a basket
For a bastard, to get his ass kicked
Tryna fuck around with a nigga that roll with plastic
Yeah

Alright, know I'm saying?
I don′t know why motherfuckers up in my face bumping they gums lately
All that bumpin', and they said nothin′
I don't know why motherfuckers up in my face bumping they gums (ah-huh)

Yeah (ah-huh) lately...
What the fuck do you want with me?
Feel me
S.U.C.

That's my clique
S.U.C.
My family
And it can′t stop
′Til I D-I-E
Fuck around, In H-Town
Texas

Alright, that's how we gon′ ride out with this shit
Hoes know, niggas know, know I'm saying?
We don′t give a damn, and I just did that off the top of my head
Leave a nigga dead
From that Lex, (from that Lex) when you finish it (when you finish it)
Put him underground (ground), where he can't make a sound (can′t make a sound)
We don't give fuck (we don't give fuck), ′cause we ride on buck (we ride on buck)
In a trophy truck (trophy truck), leave a nigga stuck (leave a nigga stuck)
Woo-ooh

Alright, and we gon′ ride out (ride out), slide out (slide out), ride out (ride out)
Know what I'm sayin′? (Yeah, you goddamn right, we ride out)
Yeah nigga, 2K3 we do our dirt but we hide it like a bottle of cyanide
We on the South-sill fa-lil, bitch
Guess that's just how it is
You fucking with us Southside niggas

Fuck it, I guess that′s just how it is man
We don't give a damn though
Niggas gonna have to make way for us fool
′Cause guess what?
You can. keep watching, keep peeping, you still sleeping, on the weekend
But we be up and we be woke...
Damn the beat gone? Fuck the track, let's go to the next one