I run with real niggas we dont give a shit//
Watch how quick I have a fit when you bitches set trip//
Man dont make me, come back and turn yo' block into a bakery//
You niggas got me twisted coming at me with this fakery//
I still remember gang bangin' in the parkin' lot//
Now they don't want to see me so my cal barks alot//
Makin' em' drop and roll like they on fire thought I was a liar//
Had to pull out the plastic pliers, shot everything up from niggas to tires//
I don't be fakin', I'll leave a sucka shakin'//
It gets easier on my concious cuz he was known for hatin'//
Got them Daytons took, took these little niggas for some punks//
Hopped out his car like he was tough and straight got jumped//
My boy Keenan smashed out, on his goldbacks//
I pistol whipped his ass and coo got him for his scratch//
Edie dropped a brick on his head and threw gasoline//
On that niggas ass after fish dipped him clean//
We gets mean, aint know rules nigga if we make em'//
It'll be in your best interest not to break em'//
I take niggas and shake em up, wake em up, with the 40 cal style pal//
Thought you niggas knew Im outlaw wild//
Aint never on trial, cuz Im too slick for these P's//
When I see them comin' I gets low and then I lose my D//
Aint no fuckin with this c-r-i-p nicknamed ZG//
Because game was peeped, in them Kansas City streets//
We roll wit' heat, aint no need to be playin' me like Im soft//
Get ready to take your loss, when my 40 starts to cough//
I've been puttin in work since I was 12 so I aint gettin played//
Im quick to round up some outlaws, come back to blaze and place//
You old crum cake ass niggas better recognize from day oner//
Gunner on haters then Im hoppin backin them out the runner//
So, what, what, whatcha wanna do//
Its best the you back up because Ill be the king of fools//
I got, nothin to lose anyway so do or die, is the attitude//
Crazy as ever and quick to blast at you//
Watch how quick I have a fit when you bitches set trip//
Man dont make me, come back and turn yo' block into a bakery//
You niggas got me twisted coming at me with this fakery//
I still remember gang bangin' in the parkin' lot//
Now they don't want to see me so my cal barks alot//
Makin' em' drop and roll like they on fire thought I was a liar//
Had to pull out the plastic pliers, shot everything up from niggas to tires//
I don't be fakin', I'll leave a sucka shakin'//
It gets easier on my concious cuz he was known for hatin'//
Got them Daytons took, took these little niggas for some punks//
Hopped out his car like he was tough and straight got jumped//
My boy Keenan smashed out, on his goldbacks//
I pistol whipped his ass and coo got him for his scratch//
Edie dropped a brick on his head and threw gasoline//
On that niggas ass after fish dipped him clean//
We gets mean, aint know rules nigga if we make em'//
It'll be in your best interest not to break em'//
I take niggas and shake em up, wake em up, with the 40 cal style pal//
Thought you niggas knew Im outlaw wild//
Aint never on trial, cuz Im too slick for these P's//
When I see them comin' I gets low and then I lose my D//
Aint no fuckin with this c-r-i-p nicknamed ZG//
Because game was peeped, in them Kansas City streets//
We roll wit' heat, aint no need to be playin' me like Im soft//
Get ready to take your loss, when my 40 starts to cough//
I've been puttin in work since I was 12 so I aint gettin played//
Im quick to round up some outlaws, come back to blaze and place//
You old crum cake ass niggas better recognize from day oner//
Gunner on haters then Im hoppin backin them out the runner//
So, what, what, whatcha wanna do//
Its best the you back up because Ill be the king of fools//
I got, nothin to lose anyway so do or die, is the attitude//
Crazy as ever and quick to blast at you//