Southside Can't Stop

Southside, we bomb first, when we ride

Swanging on elbows chopping on choppers that's right

Cause we real, on a mission to get it can't stop

Going platinum, everytime another tape drop

It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked, busting heads strictly for cash

Taking out contracts on hatas, with my beam and a mask

You can run you can hide, but it ain't no escaping

I'm a trend setter with a beretta, for real it ain't no faking

I done showed up and I poured up then, I blowed up like yeast

Diamonds slugs up on my teeth, hollerin' violence fuck the peace

Got a slug for these hatas, that's approaching me wrong

Then I mash off in first class there ain't no coach in my zone

Hydro weed to the dome, put up a rag to the chrome

I'm kinda quick to click so get gone, or catch one to the dome

Mo City Texas that's my home, but I can roam all over

So much ghetto love, these cats gone get me full up I'm sober

Real recognize real, and the fake gone fade away

Use to selling drugs to get that pay but God done mad a way

For me to stack my ends, my paper, my moola, my feddy

And caught this world by surprise, I knew you hoes wasn't ready

Southside, we bomb first, when we ride

Swanging on elbows chopping on choppers that's right

Cause we real, on a mission to get it can't stop

Going platinum, everytime another tape drop

Southside, we bomb first, when we ride

Swanging on elbows chopping on choppers that's right

Cause we real, on a mission to get it can't stop

Going platinum, everytime another tape drop

We be crooked than a bitch, catch me dead in the mix

Shoot some dice start a fight, or scrambling for a lick

Chasing my cheddar riding much wetter, we finally made it

Breaking bread with the real ones, now the fake ones hate it

I be bombing like a plane, engulfed by Mary Jane

Hogging a lane like Deebo, bo'guard like Brother Man

Gripping the grain, leaving a stain on the pavement and the mind

Our bitches in brail, so the block can read my rhymes

Aniline all my hoes, till they knees on my foes

Better prepare for the two piece, that's fin to touch your nose

I'm boring no man, riding red, chopping fans

Sliding through Mo Town, distributing contraband

Slipping and sliding like a snake, stacking my feddy like a bank

Moving slow like a tortoise, cause I'm tipsy from the drink

Hitting the dank and I pass it, roll on glass and a casket

So much god damn money in the South, it's drastic

Southside, we bomb first, when we ride

Swanging on elbows chopping on choppers that's right

Cause we real, on a mission to get it can't stop

Going platinum, everytime another tape drop

Southside, we bomb first, when we ride

Swanging on elbows chopping on choppers that's right

Cause we real, on a mission to get it can't stop

Going platinum, everytime another tape drop

Rolling over the competition, on a mission for the crown

Ain't no obstacle gonna stop me, cause I'm knocking them all down

Till I make it to the T-O-P, King of the Ghetto is who Ro be

You better just back up or get smacked up, you fellas really don't know me

A total stranger, man filled with anger

Since busters always tripping, always keep one in the hole

One deep is how I roll, just me and the calico

Trying to beef with Z-Ro, you gotta go, you gotta go

Mash the pedal to the floor, let the tommy gun go

I ain't never had no love for a mark, is how it go

Fortune and fame about to grow, 20 thousand for a show

And it ain't no more regular weed, ain't nothing but do-do and that dro

Ridgemont 4 is what I claim, blue and red but we don't bang

I wear my color you wear your color, because it's all about that change

I remain to stay the same, trunk full of bang screens rain

I'm still a Ridgemont hardhead, leaning in niggas brain

Southside, we bomb first, when we ride

Swanging on elbows chopping on choppers that's right

Cause we real, on a mission to get it can't stop

Going platinum, everytime another tape drop

Southside, we bomb first, when we ride

Swanging on elbows chopping on choppers that's right

Cause we real, on a mission to get it can't stop

Going platinum, everytime another tape drop

Hoe ass nigga, feel that there, Southside

S.U.C., Southsive for live, ain't no hate to the other side

Nigga we all shout for the third coast, feel that

Z-Ro the Crooked nigga, Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don

And it go down, and it don't stop cause it can't stop

So therefor it won't stop, blades we gone chop

When the laws hit the block, fences we gone hop

Hitt the stash spot out for the glock

Fuck the crooked cops, 2kAce in your motherfucking face

Z-Ro, feel that (feel that)