Z-Ro The Crooked

Lyrics

[Z-Ro] The swisher papers got me down, so I back to smokin' squares And I see death around the corner, so I'm quick to say a prayer Livin' my life on the corner with thugs sellin' my drugs known as a chiller But push my button, watch your life, cause I transform to a killer Me sippin' me drank Me smokin' me dank Me dippin' me herb in formaldehyde Hopin' that all of me niggas are ready to ride Could I be innocent till proved guilty by Judge Judy? But the fact remains, they confiscated my weed and my Uzi Now I'm in correctional facilities, livin' raw Sharing a cell with the niggas that I whupped on in the free world But ain't a god damn thing changed, I'm still breakin' a jaw Ain't fin to lose no sleep, over ner one of y'all One of y'all with Vogues could run up on me, and I guarantee that one of y'all gonna fall I'm just here to do my time, not to trouble you But I'mma drop these jealous haters until they hear 1-9-3-2-0-7-0-6-8-T-W In the free world one more god damn kin, causin' havoc and fury I'ma be poppin' pills, smokin' that kill, lookin' for the members of the jury 'Cause vengeance is mine, but I'm locked down, feelin' forsaken And my pen is mightier than the sword because my tools have been taken Straight from the streets of Houston Texas, yes my freedom they took it But motherfuckers can't take my will to survive Nigga I'm Z-Ro the Crooked (Chorus) Look out wicked world, here come the champion, look out, look out Abra cadabra, and running with the gun 'n dem O's, look out, look out [Z-Ro] Hallucinations are trickin' me, makin' me think I'm about to die Could it be that fire, does somebody really have a .354 plus 3 pointed at me? They givin' me snitches of rectangles and squares, askin' me, what does this mean to me? But I'm ready for the combat, give me my motherfuckin' law back Bitch I don't want no needles in me, y'all thinkin' I mean it Trying to do me in a room full of evil men, taking my mind to a place that it's never been But I'm a soldier on the battlefield In the middle of the war, you either have to die or have to kill So I ain't guilty motherfucka' raise up off of my N-U-T's, 'cause you can't harm me Everlastin', I'm ever blastin' I reckon you better get the army to swarm me, because the Indonesian cannabis helps me tackle the pain But I'm gettin' so weak because I'm shackled in chains Now my brain is going insane Feelin' like my spirit is 'bout to get evicted, 'cause I'm a victim of a world so wicked Time and time I asked myself why did they turn the heat up I was chasin' paper, but niggas was jealous because they couldn't keep up I'm Z-Ro the Crooked (talking) I ain't dead yet, old punk ass nigga Look in my motherfuckin' eyes nigga, till I die, I'mma be real [Z-Ro] Come Lord Show me your mercy, overwhelmed in deep distress Although I realize it's nothin' but a test But I can't take it, 'cause my brain is going insane lately See how many enemies that I have, and how viciously they hate me Deliver my life from their power, forgive my sins, see my sorrow, feel my pain Let it never be said I trusted you in vain Long as I'm walkin' this earth, my problems go from bad to worse And I know it's gonna be that way until they lower my casket in the dirt But all I'm askin' for is just a little piece of mind And I know that if I keep the faith, it shouldn't be hard for me to find But in my mind, it's hard to turn the other cheek Could it be a wise man, because of the revelation of scripture that I speak Every day for twenty motherfuckin' years A nigga been facing so many fears, and auntie sheddin' so many tears But dear Sandra don't cry, all I can say is if they kill't me, I took it But even in death I'm victorious, they couldn't fade me I was Z-Ro the Crooked