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Z-Ro @ 2:51

Mo City, motherfucker, that's where I'm from
Dookie mob niggas talk that shit and get shot in they tongue
When guns go off, we walk away, we too cool to run
Every week them mo heads be like
"look what them damn fools done done"
Dammit, they done shot up the block again
That was Z-Ro men
I don't trust pussy, I put on all three rubbers before I go in
It's super bowl, you know these ho's trying to hit a lick
And rock for rock niggas will kill your ass, they tryin' to get a brick
I'm tryin to tell ya, don't be parkin' on the back streets
Even though they know me, they still might try to jack me
So I don't carry one weapon, I gotta pack three
Even HPD might catch you slippin', bro it's that deep
You can still call the drank man and get some codeine
But call the wrong one and get a bottle full of nodeine
Welcome to Houston my nigga
Where you can have a good time or you can die nigga