Crack Intro - Z-Ro

Huh, me?

I’m representing Mo city, nigga

Rich Motofo to be exact

That’s what’s up for me, nigga

By dueces to the crip nigga till the casket drop, nigga to the world blow (HAY)

Know what’s I’m talking bout?

I ain’t set tripping no nigga, I be getting this goddamn breed

That’s what it’s about to me, nigga (HAY)

So back back and uh, I’m a show you how to do this shit one time,

you know what I’m talking bout

It’s my new shit nigga called Crack

Why it’s called Crack?

(HAY)

Cause it’s the new word, nigga (HAY)

Getcha hoota ready to blaze, nigga (NIGGA!)

I try to beat my felony but I lost that case

So well, I went to jail and I lost that weight

Met a couple dime pieces but I’m true to one woman

I could spot a devil with breast when I see one coming

What’s the matter, y’all acting like y’all mad I’m free

Like to see me suffering, is what you glad to see (bitches)

Newsflash: I ain’t been doing bad in so long

Making money in prison like I was still at home

Got a few mo vechile, that super size my house

Made a call to Paul Wall and he re-did my mouth

Know you wonder why I’m the most hated rapper down south

I’m so deep they can’t reach what I be talking about

With the same size foot you couldn’t fill these shoes

You ain’t gotta be a crip for you to dig these blues

Where the playa haters at, it’s time to hate me again

Same pistol, yeah it’s dusty without safety again

Same snub coll 8 5 7 ain’t nothing changed

I ain’t looking for no trouble just protecting my brain

I don’t need to reach out and touch ya, stay out of my range

If you don’t give me a reason, I ain’t goin murder you maan

I’m the new Crack, put me on yo hoota and blaze me You ain’t even gotta re-smoke, just smoke me daily

If ya lookin for a buzz, this the wrong CD

Homie, don’t press play, unless you ready to O D All my people love my music, but they don’t think I’m a thug

Even the kids listen, but they don’t think I’m a drug

In reality I’m an addiction, but that’s a good thang

Not on for television, I’m a world wide hood thang

Reppin stars, and dealers moving my shit

Bootleggers ain’t got the good wheel, but it’s too hard to call it well

And if you got the nerve to call me underground, nigga please

Here goes fourteen new songs, overdose on these