Z-Ro Screwed up Killers Lyrics

[Z-Ro]
Screwed Up Click killas these n____s don't want none
When I be coming down and gripping, on my gun
Finger, on the trigger, every-body ducking
And running, from the scene cause Z-Ro done start busting
No Longer, serving fiends, I'm serving the drug dealers
Affiliated with killers and multiple blood spillers
A n____ from out the 4, you know I, don't sleep
If a n____ don't work then a n____, don't eat
So a n____ is gone hustle, a n____ is gone grind
Watch a young n____ shine, b____ this world is mine
I wanted to ball in the mix, I turned my crumbs into brick
Out of town, dump u-haulers turning east bigga n____s in and out
With one callers, we shot callers, and ballas and 20 inch blade crawlers
Big body, tinted up, Mazzaratti Impala
We prowlers on the scene, we go our mug on mean
It use to be sipping fours but now it's jugs of that codeine
Quarter pines be puffing but it ain't nothing but grass
Now how you love this bezeltine and all this wood on my dash
All this starch on my a__, and all this money in my stash
And how you love the way your hoes get all this d___ in they a__
We Screwed Up entertainers, hoe a__ n____ restrainers
a__embly line in the kitchen pickens in proper containers
We real n____s, not ill n____s, polos rap more than Hilfigers
We in this rap game to get mill n____s, running up on us you get killed n____s

[Chorus - 2x]
Money making we gone ball baby, we coming down
We some six figga n____s Screwed Up Click on the rise
Screwed Up Click'd never fall baby, we coming down
We some six figga n____s Screwed Up Click on the rise

[Grace]
Staying crunk, blazing blunts, jamming Z-Ro funk
Keep mind on money working my hundred got these boys popping trunks
Screwed Up baller in the mix, trying to turn these crumbs into some bricks
Sideways on switches we gone sip, drinking on drink and smoking dip
Living my life in slow motion, riding high sipping potion
Bring wet on fly like the ocean, got a Screwed Up playa just coasting
With mind at ease blowing trees, stacking g's, swanging threes
We coming down watch us clown in these H-Town streets
Popped up and shining and blind you, fifth wheels reclining they minding
It's about that time Screwed Up take over, wrecking boys skills in rhyming
Six figga n____s and drug dealers pimping pens for our scrilla
Sipping drink and smoking killer, the coast, fly figgas
Pad blessed and chopped records Screwed Up, Houston Texas
We coming down, looking good gripping wood like some veterans
Money making Screwed Up baller blade crawling, shot calling
Made living missing Christmas stacking ends never falling

[Chorus - 2x]

(talking)
s___, Screwed Up Click on the rise baby
Big Jett hollering at all my partnas, youknowI'msaying
Wave that s___ for your hood

[Z-Ro]
We gone ball till we fall
knocking down Fassacci at the mall
Everytime I sip my cup gone stand tall
got a wide a__ phone when I make my call
White folks be tripping on salary cap
that's why your Prime Co. phone tapped
Studied the dope game for the rap
now cause of my skin I travel the map
From stage to stage to stage to stage
making a loot with a loose leaf page
I got on my knees and I say my praise
and repent everytime I misbehave
You want to get me for my riches
better mind your bidness, I minded for you
f___ around and touch your brain I ball
with a mug Z-Ro gone shine for you
I call the shot, cause I cop the clock
everytime it get hot I drop the top, or
Bunny hop up out the cream of the crop
smash on the gas and never stop for cops
Ball till I fall, that's what I'm gone do
screen in my phone screaming who you do
I bleed the block with a hand full of rocks now
I got a cassette and as long as you
Talk about the fame, bout the struggle
talk about how long it took a n____ to bubble
Since I call the shots I don't call them off
hoes flock around me like a first time huddle
Don't have to kiss, I don't have to f___
I just pull out my d___ b____ you could suck
Or ball till I fall, and if I ever fall down
I'ma rescore and bounce right back up

[Chorus - 2x]