Lyrics

[Verse 1: Point Blank] Kaboom! Look who stepped in the room You know I'm bloody than a gunshot wound You don't like the animals then get the fuck out the zoo What goddamn girl, yeah I see the tattoo Just do what you do, and I'ma do me Fuck the dumb shit, I got the whole world to see I'm trying to fly the friendly skies, sail the seas Lay my eyes on something that I seldom see Jump in the game head first blazed these streets Whatever I got to do to plant my feet Cause Point Blank the Bull is hard as hell Battle anybody I don't care you tell Boy I got the big weight, put it on the scale I'm giving it away, share it with your gal You know how the story go I come from the bottom Snatch the game up by the neck, now I got em Who shot em, I saw it, but I can't tell it Drop the hot shit act like they can't smell it I ain't buying what your selling What the fuck i'm supposed to do? Believe everything a mother fucker tell me These streets getting scary and scary No matter what happen I'm a always be reggie, I'm a always be cocked and ready Always in the game, heavy heavy heavy, shit [Chorus: Z-Ro] (x4) Who that hatin' on the Southside Blau Nobody now [Verse 2: Z-Ro] Who is it? Opportunity knocking at your door Strong arming the industry, opposition get Figure-4'ed I don't give a fuck about nary one of these niggas I'll catch a case behind every one of these niggas I'm a gangsta, but a nigga don't be flagging Undercover plugging motherfuckers Z-Ro be bodybagging No nigga no bitch get love from Ro Nothing available but mean mugs and slugs from Ro Fuck your life, and everything that comes with it Mo City Don murder your existence Wife daughter and son with it And if i don't get acquitted Who the grim reaper gon' visit Trae gon' take an axe to your family tree and split it Screaming timber Shit will happen January through December We them niggas Niggas be watching they mouth around remember My motherfucking name Z-Ro the crooked is pain Fuck with me and you might never breathe again I'm the mercenary messiah my ministries mingle in the mind Till them niggas try to finish me but barely blow my high Monday through Sunday you only get one Ro I refuse to switcheroo just to accomodate a hoe I was sprung on that pearl tongue once in my life But now ain't nothing important to me but purple and a sprite And I'ma always be the crooked Z-Ro the Mo City Don Until i die with blood money in my palm [Chorus: Z-Ro] (x4) Who that hatin' on the Southside Blau Nobody now [Verse 3: Big HAWK] Its B-I-G Hawk of the S-U-C Screw bet me, been screwed up since '93 I'm armed and ready, also I'm armed and deadly 10 years in this shit so I'm heavy, heavy 64 Chevy, drop my bitch on its belly Southside lunatic but I don't run with Nelly Ace of spades, that means I'm not afraid Not easy to persuade when i pull my blade I'll untie your braids and turn them into waves Handmade hand grenades when I do that man This ain't no masturbate when I cock and aim Point blank range, bullet holes in ya brain Knee deep in this game, and that's a fact I'm grinding for Pat, so there ain't no turning back Fat dro sacks artillerys 9's and racks And for that stack, I won't cut a nigga no slack