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z-unit - raykaz lyrics

[intro: raykaz and fuse]
zaaaaay*dy
yeah!
ha*haaa!
z*z*z*z*z*z*unit!
woo!
i told that n*gga! he must not know who we is, homie
you should*…he should’ve listened to me
now he gotta die
awww!?

[verse 1: fuse]
had to put the stick to his tummy cause n*ggas was actin’ funny
go play with yo’ momma, don’t play with me or my money
b*tches love the drama, no wonder they still love me
i could catch mo’ flies with 45s than honey
b*tch, i’m…too cold, n*ggas fructose * h*lla sweet
jordan locked me in the stu’, i’m doin’ ten a week
tom cruisin’ on the beat, no penelope
i’m peein’ on yo’ pedestal, you p*ssies got no pedigree (ah, sss, ah, sss, ah, sss, ah, sss)
i’m chillin’ on the patio
d*ck inside your main b*tch, she call a n*gga “daddy*o”
b*tch, i’m kеnny baggio the way a n*gga score
i got thesе wh0res doin’ cameos
everything we do is grandiose, i bet your granny knows
don’t discriminate, i’ll get her wet up in them pantyhose, huh
no kizzy, got her chokin’ on the glizzy
and i’m f*ckin’ with her ’cause she love 2011 drizzy
she a cute lil granny…with a cute lil f*nny
and i mean that disrespectfully
if you got a problem with it, n*gga…come and check for me
but best to do it carefully
put some ‘pepe le pew’ in yo’ stride when you step to me
you p*ssy ass n*ggas ain’t no threat me
i switch my .38s…every 24
i ain’t tryna see them pearly gates…but i’m ready for ’em
ready for whatever storm
beef is served better warm
dish it out with h*lla corn
the type of corn that got you wishin’ you were never born
so don’t perform for the internet, n*gga
in yo’ feelings like a b*tch, we ain’t into that, n*gga
play with me? i guarantee i’ll put a end to that n*gga
he ain’t hardbodied, b*tch, i put a dent in that n*gga
ask (shh!) what we did to (shh!)
hope the lord forgive us
had to (shh!)
r.i.p. to (shh!)
he no longer with us ’cause of (shh!)
blood on the barrel, i can still smell it
homie wanna hear the story, i’ma let my n*gga tell it
it was…
[hook: raykaz]
it was early in the mornin’, that n*gga still yawnin’
my n*ggas kick the door in and pop sh*t up(brrrrr!)
you hear the raindrops pourin’, his baby still snorin’
his blood hit the flo’ and then they mop sh*t up
now his name on a stone and his face on a blouse
and all that n*gga had to do was keep my name out his mouth (shhh)
awww * couple calls just to finish the job
thought they told you n*ggas not to f*ck with zinärte the mob
zodie!

[verse 2: raykaz]
pull up in the 20 inch rims…with the chemical wax
plus the govy registration with the stickers attached…(“nazu!”)
got the baby in the front, brought the clique in the back
en route to meet the zodies for a kick and a laugh…(“w*ngu!”)
it ain’t a block my gang can’t walk in the southside
whereas yo’ dogs? they really can’t bark in the southside (awuuuuu!)
them n*ggas tough behind the net, but can’t talk on the outside (ha*haaa!)
they know we fill they silhouette with stain chalk on the outline⚰
that n*gga m*bleep a whole b*tch! sucka messin’ with me (aikazve)
i’ma hate the boy forever, i don’t settle the beef (“’cause f*ck him, that’s why!”)
dog shook my hand and switched, cat dishonoured the code (snake!)
all i’m saying’s look both sides ‘fore crossin’ the zode (“f*ck your couch, n*gga!”)
i lock it and load, then * tsf, tsf * c*ck it and blow
send the ashes to ya addy so your mom and them know (haha, hi mrs. m*bleep!)
but hol’up, hol’up * wait a minute, dawg, i ain’t gotta do sh*t
’cause poppa know some melonheads who slide for some fruit mix (bananas)
but i don’t wanna run around like i’m losin’, wait/weight
how ’bout we play a lil game called choose your fate
one * i hit them boys with prohibited clips
to spray the f*ck up out your car like xhibit ’06 (pimp his ride, n*gga!)
two * you ‘pologise, be a man of respect
and we can form an understandin’ where the standards is met
three * i bury the hatchet and get rid of your debt
charge it to the game and label it “forgive and forget”
or four * f*ck it, it’s war! i was cappin’ for sure
next time i see ya ass in real life, i’m clappin’ your jaw
and don’t bring buddy n’em with you, ’cause i’m slappin’ ’em too
then sh*t could really turn ludicrous/ludacris, i’m actin’ a fool (brrrrr!)
i’m practical too * the handyman when grabbin’ the tool (grrr!)
then play oblivious in court like “i was back in the ‘stu!”
“what happened to who?”
“i’m innocent, i actually refuse! (your honour!)”
“i was workin’ on a tape…l been rappin’ with fuse!”
ha*haaa!
[hook 2: raykaz]
it was early in the mornin’, that n*gga still yawnin’
my soldiers kick the door in and pop sh*t up(brrrrr!)
you hear the raindrops pourin’, his baby still snorin’
his blood hit the flo’ and then they mop sh*t up
now his name on a stone and his face on a shirt
and all that n*gga had to do was keep my name out the dirt (shhh)
nawww * binnis is binnis, ain’t no feelin’s involved
thought they told you n*ggas not to f*ck with zinärte the mob
zodie!

[bridge: raykaz]
i don’t know what she heard about me
but that b*tch can’t get no guala out of me
you oughta “princess treat” the cv
b*tch, i’m a motherf*ckin’ z.i.m.p
i don’t know what she heard about me
but that b*tch can’t get mahala out of me
you better find some sucka that ain’t me
’cause i’m a motherf*ckin’ z.i.m.p
awww!?

[outro: raykaz]
yeah, maaane (yeah!)
awww! (ha*haaa!)
look at you! (z*z*z*z*z*z*unit!)
look what you made me do! (woo!)
(daaamn, homie)
look what you made me do! now look…(in high school, you was the maaan, homie)
now look, n*gga! (the f*ck happened to you?)
don’t get scary now * we don’t believe you, you need more people!

- raykaz lyrics

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