Lit Up - Z-Ro

«The revolution gets it’s name by always coming back around in your face

You tried to kill me you son of a bitch, so welcome to the revolution

There’s more to follow, I’ll stay in touch»

Get lit up

When you talking out your face

Get hit up

The detectives gon' close the case

Get lit up

See you fucked with us, we got to see you die

Get hit up

Bottle after bottle one more DUI

Get lit up

You gon' have to let the swelling go down

Get hit up

Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now

Get lit up

Yeah I heard what ya said

Even if you living with an army its still off with your head

I know y’all think I’m out my mind (out my mind)

Your fired if you are one minute late

I don’t play about my time (get your shit and go)

Even when a nigga sleep I hustle

That’s how I grind (how I grind)

If you try to take food off my table

I’ma kill, I’ma die about mine (die 'bout mine)

Ungh.

If I gotta do a murder I ain’t losing no sleep I’ma sleep so peaceful

Show up at the funeral like I ain’t did nothing give condolences to all of your

people

I’m a crip grim reaper say my name 5 times I’ma make you pay for all of your

evil

And if I do a drive by I do it in a Lamborghini I am too rich to do it in a

Regal (ha ha)

Was from a hood called trust my people, from a block named show love boulevard

Now I’m from a hood called fuck my people from a block named no love boulevard

Now how can I ball, how can I ball

How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?

Get lit up

When you talking out your face

Get hit up

The detectives gon' close the case

Get lit up

See you fucked with us, we got to see you die

Get hit up

Bottle after bottle one more DUI

Get lit up

You gon' have to let the swelling go down

Get hit up

You ain’t got nothing to say no more now

Get lit up

Yeah I heard what ya said

Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head

Nigga I lit yo whole street

That’s the .50 If you still living that mean you dove deep

I’m a hood regular but you ain’t known in these streets

So connected 'Ro don’t need a telephone in these streets

On MLK in every city it’s a real nigga hustling

And fuck niggas in the way they just on the field fumbling

But I ain’t got no time for that

Gun in the front with a pound in back

I give a nigga what he looking for I bet he won’t do it no more

You can see where his mind is at

Through cereal bowl holes, yes I’m cocoa pops up in this bitch

Murder gangs, once they start it ain’t no stopping in this bitch

It’s Joseph McVey baby, shooting this a way and that way baby

I’ma put it in they face, Mocity Don, King of the Ghetto

God forgive me, I don’t want to be a devil

But these niggas be and these bitches be

Having meetings 'bout killing me

For more show money and more hoe money

Houston Texas will never hear the end of me

I don’t pretend to be cause I am

Y’all already know what I’m talking 'bout

But we gon' keep that on the low cause real killers don’t talk a lot

Get lit up

When you talking out your face

Get hit up

The detectives gon' close the case

Get lit up

See you fucked with us, we got to see you die

Get hit up

Bottle after bottle one more DUI

Get lit up

You gon' have to let the swelling go down

Get hit up

Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now

Get lit up

Yeah I heard what ya said

Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head