Free Style - Z-Ro, Z-Ro feat. Kevo, Mussilini, Lyrical 187

In H-Town where I come from, there’s syrup in the cup

Grill in the mouth, big wheels on the bus

Where niggas put it down, and these hoes will fuck

You cross that thin line, and you will get touched

1−8-7 I’m telling you, one time is enough

Leave your kids at home, cause it might get rough

I wreck the mic, like I’m driving drunk on the bus

And hit the highway, gotta refill my cuts

Out of town, we got the best numbers going round

Boys come from Canada, and sco' it by the pound

Sounds like another one, Presidential big guns

Cocked and loaded, ready cause the battle has begun

You niggas ain’t heard yet, them boys on shine

Got the do-do in the limo, sitting behind eight mile

We put it down down here, on the grind round here

If you don’t know, you will by this time next year

(Big Pokey *Scratching*)

Still off the chain

St-st-st-still off the chain — 2x

Young Fever, M-S-P my team (get it right)

Game dirty, but my name stay clean (all night)

I keep a nine cocked, locked on the beam

Look don’t get your head, knocked on the scene

You cats couldn’t knock, Kevo out the groove

Now I’m fever, block bleeder bitch move

You can find me on Southcoast, stoke (uh-huh)

Your baby mama, bout to shine my spokes (get it nigga)

Gun smoke, got my lungs on choke (I'm real)

Got my pint by the neck, the head poke (I'm still)

Presidential is the home, of my sound (that's word)

It’s only right, that I hold shit down (it's my turn)

I’m tired of niggas, steady yelling out Spre’s

They got revolver kits, that bitch sexy please

You motherfuckers can’t see me with me a flashlight (chamill nigga)

You wanna step to Fever, nigga get your cash right (I'm here nigga)

I done linked up, with Presidential

(Mussilini)

Man look I be flipping, Expedition

Six wood tipping, that boy must of been fishing

Cause he pull out so, many keys

Man hold up, I got so many G’s

I’m from the Clark-a, pull up in the blade in New York-a

Wetter than a snorkeler, that boy’s just like a shark-a

I be sniping on boys, straight strifling boys

Letting em know I come through, windshield wiping them boys

Getting the mouth on it, hollin' at my partna Tony

It’s that Lil' Mu', got head in the Sony

Deck, that boy be wrecking I chin check

Young niggas that, don’t show respect

I pull up real fast, with a black ski mask

That boy go so long, they call him Everlast

Enerjog Energizer, man I get wiser

Break them boys off, I’m the mic chestiser

I done linked up, with Presidential

(Big Pokey *Scratching*)

Still off the chain

St-st-st-still off the chain — 2x

Still off the chain

Sensei, keep it real in the game

Nigga trying to get a mill, in the game (already)

Me and Ro, we some real with this thang

Getting locked, now I kill on your dame (already)

You know, she like the wheels on the Range

You tripping, cause I’m still on my brain

You don’t like it nigga, deal with it mayn (already)