Featuring: P.O.P. (Rapper) Trae tha Truth

Producer: Enigma

[Hook]
M16, I'm reloading my magazine
And I will murder, ever bumber clot run
Keep my hand, on my gun whoa

[Trae]
I don't think they want the beef, cause these type of problems ain't fin to go away
These friends I'm packing with me, remind ya don't ever fuck with Trae
And if these bitches get up in you, ain't no need to pray
Cause praying with this pain, will have you praying they take you away
I still post up, and let niggas know I don't bar a thang
I'm gangstafied motherfucker, talk down and watch I make it rain
And it ain't nothing that can stop it, I promise you that
I put that on the Truth, my brothers and Mr. Fat Pat
Now if they really want it, these niggas gon have to get it
I'm trying to put something on your mind, just so you don't forget it
My M16, will be the reason niggas take a loss
When I get it out, just watch how fast this bitch'll rearrange your house
The shit I got, will make the laws back up and get the SWAT
But even what they got, will give it up cause these bullets be hot
I'm like original roster, who wanna run with me
Cause what I'm bringing out, don't think they wanna fuck with me

[Hook]

[P.O.P.]
I keep a heater, but I'm known for my murder 16's
Killer speaker killer beats, so I murder 16's
So they M16's, tote a M16
I call it my bodyguard, cause they instance mean
In the streets of the city, it ain't no love
Them boys'll fuck you quick, without no glove
I'm riding, in haters road blocks
Them jackers don't stop, they'll blaze your whole spot
So a nigga on spot, with the gauges on cock
And them Orville Redenbach Glocks, is on pop
So P.O.P., I will P-O-P
'Fore I let another mother-mother, squeeze on me
In the H to the T-X, you better pray or be X'd
They don't play you'll be next, you better raise your protection
Yes son, and just to see another day it's a blessing
So I keep a weapon, my

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
Is it me Glock 40, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Is it me 45, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Is it me 3-57, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Me M16, taping off the murder scene
Inhaling potent doja, with muddy cup of codeine
Me people don't even play me close, cause them don't know me
Me don't want no company, me kick it with me lonely
And will murder anyone of you snitches, run up on me
But my grandmother didn't raise a killer, she raised up a Christian
But the fact that I was already down, and people kept kicking
Made me crazy, that's why I got no love for nobody lately
And I told y'all once before, none of my weapons have a safety
Ru-run up on me once, I'mma beat your ass down
Ru-run up on me twice, I'mma heat your ass down
Place you in another dimension, nobody can see you now
Rest in peace, I'm the king of the streets yeah

[Hook - 2x]

Z-Ro

Joseph Wayne McVey IV (born January 19, 1977), better known by his stage name Z-Ro, is an American hip-hop recording artist from Missouri City, TX. While he is most famous in the American South, especially Houston, where he is a local icon, Z-Ro’s two-decade-plus career as a fiercely independent workaholic has not gone unnoticed in the larger world of sources as diverse as The New York Times, Complex, and Westword have called him one of the most underrated rappers on the planet.

Z-Ro is well-known for his introverted, sometimes gloomy persona (he has been open both in song and in interviews about his periodic bouts with depression), and his ability to shift seamlessly between rapping and singing, often in a single line. Above all, he is known for his unbelievably prolific in the two decades following his 1998 debut, Look What You Did To Me, he released twenty-one official solo albums, seven more albums as part of groups like Guerilla Maab and ABN (Assholes by Nature), a dozen mixtapes, and still found the time to drop guest verses or sing hooks on well over a hundred tracks by other artists, including Southern luminaries like Rick Ross, Scarface, Bun B, and Slim Thug.

McVey’s mother died when he was six years old, and he spent the rest of his childhood and teenage years being shuttled between the homes of various relatives, as well as occasional periods of homelessness which would extend into his early twenties. Inspired to start rapping in his teens by the music of 2Pac, Geto Boys, and local Houston standouts such as Street Military, K-Rino and Klondike Kat, he developed a talent for freestyling. Combined with his deep, soulful singing voice (by necessity, according to Z-Ro himself, as in the early days he could not have afforded to hire outside singers to deliver his hooks), a signature style a laid-back, conversational flow, with occasional rhythmic flourishes and the tendency to break into singing at any moment. (This was unique at the time; Drake was years away and while Bone Thugs n' Harmony did plenty of singing, the sung parts and rapped parts of their songs tended to be cleanly separated.)

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