Z-Ro – Lit Up

Bottle after bottle one more DUI
Get lit up
I give a nigga what he looking for I bet he won’t do it no more
Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head
There’s more to follow, I’ll stay in touch
Now I’m from a hood called fuck my people from a block named no love boulevard
Get lit up
For more show money and more hoe money

Get hit up
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
The detectives gon’ close the case
You ain’t got nothing to say no more now
I dont play about my time (Get your shit and go)
I know y’all think I’m out my mind (out my mind)
I’m a crip grim reaper say my name 5 times I’ma make you pay for all of your evil
Show up at the funeral like I ain’t did nothing give condolences to all of your people
[Verse 2]
The detectives gon’ close the case
Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now
Get hit up
Get lit up
Unghh
I don’t pretend to be cause I am
God forgive me, I don’t want to be a devil
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
Having meetings ’bout killing me
Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head
You can see where his mind is at
Nigga I lit yo whole street

The revolution gets it’s name by always coming back around in your face
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down

That’s the .50 If you still living that mean you dove deep
Even when a nigga sleep I hustle
But these niggas be and these bitches be
[Tommy Lee Jones]
On MLK in every city it’s a real nigga hustling
Get lit up
I’ma kill, I’ma die about mine (die ’bout mine)
That’s how I grind (how I grind)

[Chorus]
[Chorus]
But I ain’t got no time for that
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
But we gon’ keep that on the low cause real killers don’t talk a lot
Houston Texas will never hear the end of me
Through cereal bowl holes, yes I’m cocoa pops up in this bitch
Even if you living with an army its still off with your head
Yeah I heard what ya said
Get lit up
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
If you try to take food off my table
You tried to kill me you son of a bitch, so welcome to the revolution
How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?
Gun in the front with a pound in back

When you talking out your face
Get lit up
Yeah I heard what ya said
Was from a hood called trust my people, from a block named show love boulevard
And fuck niggas in the way they just on the field fumbling
Get hit up
[Chorus]
Get lit up

Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now
The detectives gon’ close the case
Get lit up
Yeah I heard what ya said
When you talking out your face
So connected ‘Ro don’t need a telephone in these streets
Get hit up
Now how can I ball, how can I ball

It’s Joseph McVey baby, shooting this a way and that way baby
Your fired if you are one minute late
And if i do a drive by I do it in a Lamborghini I am too rich to do it in a Regal (ha ha)
Get lit up
Get hit up
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Get hit up
Get hit up
Get lit up
If I gotta do a murder I ain’t losing no sleep I’ma sleep so peaceful
When you talking out your face
Get hit up
I’ma put it in they face, Mocity Don, King of the Ghetto
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
Get lit up
Get hit up
Murder gangs, once they start it ain’t no stopping in this bitch
I’m a hood regular but you ain’t known in these streets
Y’all already know what I’m talking ’bout
Get lit up
[Verse 1]