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Z-RO
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Quarterback Vision
(*Vince Young; Z-Ro)
Uh, homie you on't really want me to shine*
Like Boston George ain't wanna give up his f'neck to Diego,
I'm the type of nigga dat's gonna come up, want me to stay low,
The day I leave this bitch in a body bag is what you pray fo,
When I'm still livin and y'all hatas get mo mad with every breath I take,
Sometime I might spill a nigga but J Prince clean up every mess I make,
Some like my quicker picker upper thats ma bounty nigga,
Ma piss durty but I ain't smoke but just weed in ma brownie nigga,
You don wan run with me I'm ridin with that big gun,
Ma fifty caliber shoot so far I call that bitch my vince young,
If it's really time to murk you homie,
I ain't gonna need a rehearsal homie,
Cuz it ain't gonna be a commercial homie,
Sex money and murda homie,
Call me Vince Young homie I got quarterback vision,
I can see the five o's when they blitzin,
I see stick up kids targetin Z-Ro for tha stickin,
So it's pistols in every room, every bathroom and both kitchens,
You better go long homie, cuz you know I throw long homie,
But you don't wanna catch this pass,
Touchdown for the S-U-C we Soldiers United for Cash,
Touchdown like Reggie Bush on a break away,
Who gon catch my ass, I don't know nobody that fast, woo woo wooo,
I'm feelin so Pimp C right now call me ro che,
Yeah yo diamonds shine but not like mine homie that's yo bad,
And I ain't even a materialistic guy,
I don't luuv money but you might think I do cuz I'll murda you if you try to take sum from me,
Look at you know you can't even have an open casket you dumb dummy,
And I sleep real good every night cuz ain't none of the bullets come from me,
So don't make me Floyd Mayweather Junior yo ass,
Like I was a hundred forty-seven pounds with an AK-47 rounds, sit down,
I'm official like a referee whistle and tougher than bone gristle,
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Put so much lead in yo ass you could be yo own piencil,
Z-Ro The Crook, The King of the Ghetto, yeah homie, that's ma name,
And I'm milli as a mothafucka with seventy carats up in my name,
Call me Vince Young homie I got quarterback vision,
I can see the five o's when they blitzin,
I see stick up kids targetin Z-Ro for tha stickin,
Do it's pistols in every room,
Every bathroom and both kitchens,
You better go long homie,
Cuz you know I throw long homie,
But you don't wanna catch this pass,
Touchdown for the S-U-C we Soldiers United for Cash,
Touchdown like Reggie Bush on a break away,
who gon catch my ass, I don't know nobody that fast, woo woo wooo,
Now I ain't never been to 106 and Park and sat on the couch but I'm a legend in this rappin the South,
Achoo, excuse me I'm allergic to bitch-niggas, I'm bitch-niggas intolerant,
And ma stomach cramp up whenever I run into bitch-niggas,
I'm rollin in ma Kobe Bryant on topa duece McAllister's,
I'm always in a fo do but I ain't never got no passengers,
Good weed, good drank, big money main, I don't get along with y'all fellas but I get money main,
Most of the rappas in ma city wanna see me flop,
Cuz when I came back home from jail that's when all they shows stopped,
I got quarterback vision I ain't never been set,
And I don't walk with fifty niggas either how ya luuudat,
Call me Vince Young homie I got quarterback vision,
I can see the five o's when they blitzin,
I see stick up kids targetin Z-Ro for tha stickin,
So it's pistols in every room, every bathroom and both kitchens,
You better go long homie, cuz you know I throw long homie,
But you don't wanna catch this pass,
Touchdown for the S-U-C we Soldiers United for Cash,
Touchdown like Reggie Bush on a break away, who gon catch my ass,
I don't know nobody that fast, woo woo wooo
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