Z-Ro Keep On Lyrics

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Say some people call me the Crooked, cause my mind ain't straight
Leave *****z leaning to the side, like they need a V8
I tried to be a changed man, but my plan ain't play
Haters forced me, to put a gun back in my hand and spray
Was already dealing with, a bunch of those hoe *** *****z
*****z-*****z, hated by mo' ***** *** *****z
Took a fall, got arrested then you *****es got bold
What you thought I wasn't coming back, to bomb on you hoes
I heard the rumors for myself, Z-Ro signed for ten
Here I am, it ain't safe to come outside again
For the record, **** everybody I ain't got no friend
***** remember how you treated Ro, when Ro had no ends
That explain when you see me, why I reach in my pants
Pull out my pistol, let a fade ***** straight bleed in they ***
Yeah I'm back and let it be known, Z-Ro done made it home
**** with me I empty out my clip, reload and keep on

[Hook: x2]
Keep on, and I won't stop
**** with me, I promise I'ma make your breathing stop
I keep on, with my glock cocked
Living on the edge till I'm dead, screaming **** the cops

Fresh out of jail, mayn
You *****z, done ****ed up now
Came back, to get my mail mayn
Playa don't make me, buck you down
I'm the King of Da Ghetto
And I'm here, to reclaim my throne
In a relationship, with a chick 4-4
And ***** my *****, be blazing domes
If y'all fellas, wanna play game
I'm dumping, on every car I see
It's that time, when I play mayn
Brace yourself, R.I.P.

[Hook x2]

It's reprocussions, when you *****z press my buttons too hard
Then I become a saint, by bringing you *****z closer to God
Love nothing and slug something, everytime I breathe
Murder on my enemies, I'm the reason they families grieve
Please O.G. gorilla, original girl gone on
'Fore I beat your ***** ***, without ever hanging up my phone
Cause when I get wired up, *****z get tied up
It be nothing but yellow tape, everytime I r-ride up
T-Ray, we use to be cool and kick it and thang
Understand you was in prison, and missing the game
Understand me when I tell you, if you cross me you could die
Might as well be a pigeon, cause your spirit fin to fly
If you wasn't on "Keep on Watching Me", you ain't a Guerilla
Trying to imitate a gangsta, that's when a gangsta come get ya
Run and telling toy soldiers in your army, the war's on
Catch em one by one and dump my gun, they cease to keep on what

Written by: Joseph Dean
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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