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Ha ha, 2000 and 1Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City DonGetting off my chest, know I'm sayingCut these all the way off people, feel meYeah, this how it go, fa shoTen, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo'I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-RoNever been a hoe, never been a broadEvery night 'fore I go to sleep, I gotta talk to GodOne time, gotta keep it realGot gold and diamonds in my grillI'm for real, doing it like a songBleeding on the boulevard, all day longGots to get paid, in this damn rap gameGotta get my feddy, gotta get my changeMe and my partna P-Roy, doing it every day in the struggleHold up my nigga, one day we gon' bubbleNigga we'll shine, we gon put it downI'ma pimp my motherfucking pen, one timeHold up, nothing but syrup in my cupRiding on tre buck, and I don't give a fuckAbout the law, nigga fuck the FEDI'm up in the game, just to stack a big headFamily getting fed, me and my wife wedI'ma come down, I'm a Southside vetLetras de canciones[Chorus]Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shineAnd let it all swing out, I ride with SouthsideHold it down, like the sun we're gonna shineAnd let it all swing out, I ride for SouthsideLike a drama bull, plus I got pullWhen you see me on the damn scene, you know I'm foolPopping handle bars, popping a XI don't give a fuck, it's feeling warm in my chestAnd I hope that God bless me, to get a platinum plackAin't no turning back, once I get the stackOnce I ain't cutting no slack, up in the gameSaid it one time, now everybody know my nameHollin' Ro, do another showWanted me to swang down, on another 4Charge twenty grand, for a showPlus, I want half of the do'In this rap game, to get all the do'I'ma come down, I got my shine on glowHollin' at the Big Steve, MafioR.I.P., to the Fat Pat thoughHold up, cause we ballingSee us coming down looking good, and we crawlingAin't falling, I ain't stallingComing down outta town, birds I'm haulingTo get paid, nigga I got my family on my mindI'ma put it down, that's why I'ma shineAll in they face, like a motherfucking moonA star, a sun and my uzi weigh a tonSitting in the microphone booth, going offWorking with the hard, working with the softIn the motherfucking game, stacking my changeI'm in the motherfucking zone maynOn my motherfucking block, it go downI'm the thoedest and the coldest, nigga there is in H-TownKnow I'm saying, I ain't playing, steady spraying[Chorus: x3] From Letras Mania