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Z-Ro - Plex lyrics
[Z-Ro] They say he was flipping out till, losing control of his mind Moving fast, in a world that ain't ready for the pace focussed on his grind Who am I to test, Z-Ro I bet everybody in Ridgemont 4 know me Feel what I say up under the evidence is still your homie You must of forgot about the days until you be in 94 When it was 72 where partners sagging creases to find a hoe Now they can't look me in the eyes, cause they might tell on theyself About having something to do with trying to riddle my number one partner to death You want to get even with me boy clear you can see me with a rap But I'm about gangsta shit so bow before you see me with a strap Cause I've been silent for so long, it's about time I broke the ice Nobody want to box me why everybody want to pull a trigger to take a life I'm down with crews cause everybody else is fake to me Niggas with plex against me, they all cakes to me And everybody want to be talking about they real and they got love But motherfuckers don't love Z-Ro unless I got drink and I got bud so I got plex (Chorus - 2x) Who's next to plex you want to test Better have your life right in the bottle of your vest Cause I'm also stressed, sometimes I wonder if I'm plexed Thinking hit me will I have to put my homies to rest, plex [Z-Ro] Regular candy in river rain, we came to deliver pain One hitter quitters and eagle talons up in your liver man I came to bring the pain, all the way from the south to the west Every one of my bullets are looking residence so they gone house in your chest A nigga done been through so much shit the last five years of my living Now a days the bitches are realer than homeboys so here's to my women But then again I'm all alone I don't depend on a soul Independently made a million then I took my benz on a stroll Now everytime I come around my partners treat me like strangers Never thought it would come to this I got to keep one in the chamber What makes real niggas turn into hoes and make niggas go fraud When it comes to me whether rapping them off to see this nigga go hard Now everytime I come around my partners treat me like strangers Never thought it would come to this I got to keep one in the chamber What makes real niggas turn into hoes and make niggas go fraud When it comes to me whether rapping the gangsta shit this nigga goes hard, plex (Chorus - 4x) Plex, time to have plex Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech [Z-Ro] Rolling by my motherfucking self you don't want to plex my friend Fuck around with me and you might never breathe a breath again Cause a nigga might shoot you in a place where it takes longer to die And you know what they say no pain no gain I guess you fin to gain your heavenly high Marcus I see you when you shoved that pistol up in his nose Pulling the trigger my nigga blood was dripping all out on his clothes Do you think that I'm suppose to sit back and charge it to the game That's why your baby mama house went up in flames you know my name I wish I would of been strapped cause my partner would of still been alive I would of ran up on your ass and I would of dumped and you would of died Since a nigga can't change the past I'ma knock your ass up out of the future I use to be down to dump side by side with you but you forced me to shoot you Too many of these boys be bulletproof, that's why they like to compete But run your badass over Ridgemont you be dead before you get to Ridgecrete You think it's a game, but I've been working on a straight aim I'm ready to kill If I can't get to myself when you want to get leid by set of bitch got skills (Chorus - 2x) Plex, time to have plex Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech Cause I'm also stressed, sometimes I wonder if I'm blessed Thinking deeply will I have to put my homies to rest (Chorus - 4x) Plex, time to have plex Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech |
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