Uh homie, you don't really want me to shine

Like Boston George, ain't wanna give up his connect to

Diego

You the type of nigga that wanna come up, but want me

to stay low

The day I leave this bitch in a body bag, is what you

pray fo'

But I'm still living and ya'll haters get mo' mad, with

every breath I take

Sometime I might spill a nigga, but J. Prince clean up

every mess I make

So like my quicker picker upper, that's my bounty nigga

My piss dirty but I ain't smoke, just weed in my

brownies nigga

You don't wan' rump with me, I'm riding with that big

gun

My fifty caliber shoot so far, I call that bitch my

Vince Young

If it's really time to merk you homie, I ain't gon need

a rehearsal homie

Cause it ain't gon be a commercial homie, it's sex

money and murder homie

Call me Vince Young homie, I got quarterback vision

I can see the 5-0's, when they blitzing

I see stick up kids, targeting Z-Ro for the sticking

So it's pistols in every room, every bathroom and both

kitchens

Better go long homie, cause 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, whoo

I'm feeling so Pimp C right now, call me Roach ass

Yeah your diamonds shine but not like mine, homie

that's your bad

I ain't even a materialistic guy, I don't love money

But you might think I do cause I'll murder you, if you

try to take some from me

Look at you now, you can't even have an open casket you

dumb dummy

And I sleep real good every night, cause ain't none of

the bullets come from me

So don't make me Floyd Mayweather Jr. your ass

Like I was 147 pounds, one hundred AK-47 rounds sit

down

I'm official, like a referee whistling tougher than

bone grissle

Put so much lead in your ass, you can be your own

pencil

Z-Ro the Crooked King of the Ghetto, yeah homie that's

my name

And I'm healthy as a motherfucker, with seventy carats

up in my chain

Call me Vince Young homie, I got quarterback vision

I can see the 5-0's, when they blitzing

I see stick up kids, targeting Z-Ro for the sticking

So it's pistols in every room, every bathroom and both

kitchens

Better go long homie, cause 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, whoo

Now I ain't never been to 106th & Park, and sat on the

couch

But I'm a legend in this rap, in the South (ah-choo)

Excuse me I'm allergic to bitch niggaz, I'm bitch

niggaz intolerant

So my stomach cramp up, whenever I run into bitch

niggaz

I'm rolling in my Kobe Bryant, on top of Deuce

MacCallister's

I'm always in a fo' do', but I ain't never got no

passengers

Good weed good drank, big money mayn

I don't get along with ya'll fellas, but I get money

mayn

Most of the rappers in my city, wanna see me flop

Cause when I came back home from jail, that's when all

they shows stopped

I got quarterback vision, I ain't never been sacked

And I don't walk with fifty niggaz either, how you love

that

Call me Vince Young homie, I got quarterback vision

I can see the 5-0's, when they blitzing

I see stick up kids, targeting Z-Ro for the sticking

So it's pistols in every room, every bathroom and both

kitchens

Better go long homie, cause 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, whoo