Mo City Don (Freestyle)

(*talking*)

*******t, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all been waitin' on this here, yep, *******t.

R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator.

All the fallen soldiers man.

Southside, Eastside, Westside, Northside. You know what I'm sayin'?

All my partners, all your dead partners

But *******t I still feel stress, I still gotta get something off my chest

While these hoe *******s be doin' what they be doin'

I don't know though, *******t ******* it

We gon' stay 2 deep in a fo' do'.

[Z-Ro:]

Slow Loud & Bangin' all in my trunk

Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk

I blow on skunk, I blow on doja

Military minded, I'm a mutha******' soldier

Out the streets of the Ridgemont 4

Not no ******* & say I still ain't a hoe

Lettin' *******s know everyday of the year

I pimp my pen & I get my point clear.

Why *******s wanna talk down? I don't know

Gotta take a trip to Akapoko from the 4

With my .44 on my side when I ride

Ready to do another homicide in a pine box

And I'm gone, ******* old glory

I'm H-Town to Cali just like Robert Horry

If I do a murder flee the murder scene

No missin' shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean

From Southwest to Southfese, ******* it's about war not 'about peace

******* like me, I'm 'about knockin' out teeth.

You know what I'm sayin'? I'll loose your grill

A ******* comin' down in the Coupe Deville

Lookin' gravy, lookin' real throwed

I'm a be the ******* pullin' over at the ******g cross road

With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride

And if I gotta go it'll be a homicide

Me & another ******* on the way to the Golden Gate

A ******* like me can't wait just to make it to another day

Gotta get the big pay off, so get the ******* out my way

When I come around your corner so slow

It'll be the ******* in the damn Polo

That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barrin'

Why I skipped the slab when I went straight to foreign

Said it like I said it in the old school

Some *******s they be red but Z-Ro blue

I come around your corner but I ain't set trippin'

But I will wet *******s & wet *******

With the calico, I had to let a mutha******* know

That I come around your corner in a Lincoln 4 do'

A fox photo 'cause I do it in a flash

******* watch out 'cause that could be your ass

I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong

I flicks my bar sip then I swoll on

Get on the mutha******' bench

And when the laws hit the corner I hit the fence

They wonder where I went, they keep lookin'

I don't give a ******* like Tyson I keep hookin'

Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish

I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach

I'm a keep goin' I keep on flowin' just like the Nile

Million dollar mouthpiece everytime I smile

Look & load a ******* ashtray

Everytime he smile he can turn the night to day

You can open up the pop & let the smoke come out

We don't give a damn 'about a crooked ass cop

Crooked officer, crooked officer

Make a ******* wanna blow the badge off of ya

Me & Dougie, my mutha******' brother

R.I.P. to my muh'******' mother

That's the Dorothy Marie McVey Matthew

There's 10 toes planted in my muh'******' shoe

I gotta be a man, I hope you understand

There's nothin' but the work & the calico in my hand

On a corner on the Ridgevan & I'm servin' a fiend

A real live B-Boy & you know what I mean

I be stackin' up chips like Lego

Dark on a pump just like Calvin Kato

Houston to the Rocket, a 4 peat like Comets

I don't give a *******, good punch a ******* ******* make him vomit

On the grind, I'm a take a trip on Greyhound

I be flyin' on a plane but the **** is on the ground

Headed to Lake Charles or headed to Lafayette

Maybe off in Alexandria but I ain't finished yet

I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin

Then I do it again

I get my ends, I'm in my mutha******' Benz-y

Got these hoes runnin' around in a friends-y

I be bustin' full clips 'til they empty

A piece of potent ******* might tempt me

Rain is tryin' to send me to the Penitentiary

The main reason why I ain't friendy

I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter

Dejaun in the back & he got the camcorder

Recordin' everything the 4's gon' swang

Still pullin' up on Fondren & the Main

Lookin' lovely, got to look good

I throw up Ridgemont 4 'cause that's my hood

Never been a hoe, I'm lettin' hoes know

I gotta get a ******' P L A T, but first a G O L D

A mutha******' plack

I keep it straight & simple like that, hit a ******* from the back

And I use my mutha******' tool

Make her say atch, when I hit a with The Mule.