Dirty Work - Z-RO

Z ro prelude
All you shirley a*s n***as out here got the game f**ked up
On this ol' friendly a*s s**t
N***a ain't nothin friendly bout the mutha f**kin game
You understand me
If you listen I'ma tell you right
Open your mutha f**kin ears
S**t it ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Know'i'm'sayin
Black mike verse
I came from underground where my hood reside
Nothin left but the bad and ugly cuz the good dun died
We tried to lay low n***as wanna cross dem lines
So when I'm sayin so you getting bumped off this time
F**k a throwaway I'm lookin for the gun at your house
To kill your family for some s**t they ain't know nothin about
We runnin the south while other n***as runnin they mouth
If you smart you'll take cover cuz we comin your route
Cuz when we ride you can best believe it's guns inside
How many times momma cried cuz her sons dun died
I pull my nine out all of my barrels are filed out
So the bullets that I bust the feds don't find out
Which gun which n***a which finger point to the trigger man
Still well connected not worried bout who's the bigger man
Z ro my n***a man
Phoaroah the killa klan
I'm black mike networked for life ain't no realer jam
Z ro chorus
We make sure the dirty work get done
Real gun properly mounted and weighs a ton
Scratch makers n***a we killas aggravated gorillas
Been pimpin in this b***h for skrilla
We make sure the dirty work get done
Real gun properly mounted and weighs a ton
Scratch makers n***a we killas puttin heads on pillows
F**k around and weep like a willow we cap peelers
Pharoah verse
King size killa creep in
Put these hoein haters sleep murderin the kingpin
My composer a soldier you can call me one
When it's time to ride you know I'm ready to activate my gun
Straight head shots toe tagged in the body bag
That's the outcome you stuck with if I gotta blast
I'm comin to get you put your punk a*s out the picture
If there's a price on your head that means I'ma get richer
P h a r o a h
Now you know my mutha f**kin name I never play fake
Easy does it do it easy when I execute
Send a n***a at the dark side when my weapon shoot
Shoot again and realize I just made bond
With no evidence to be found I remain calm
Murder magician I make a muthaf**ker disappear
Slip the clip in open fire and drip in here
Z ro verse
I put stitches in the chin of a son of a b***h n***a when he bump
F**k runnin to the trunk for the pump I'm already ready to dump
I been workin dirty knockin busters for bein shirley
So I'm at your door cuz unlike james you ain't worthy
Like a little ol' girly perpetrating a man
Dude we takin over this b***h and here to demonstrate demands
And b***h the down south gangsta r a p nineteen ninety
Started with street military and k a t
We toe taggin body baggin saggin and braggin
Hit it up and laid it down we slap shot and flipped the meat wagon
Some say we some son of a guns
But as long as we one of the ones on top haters smell it and runnin to cum
Tryna drop a dime on us or tryna take us out
After we deal with it we rap about it and then it make us hot
F**k your crime rate and murder rate
Rubberneckin in trueston texas
Boy we'll bump you off for tryna focus on a bird today