Z-Ro S.U.C. 4 Life Lyrics

Screwed Up Click Representa' Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Does It Matter? (skit) (intro)
  • 2 Real
  • 3 Gorilla
  • 4 Life
  • 5 Gotta Let Go (skit)
  • 6 U Gotta Let Go
  • 7 Tha Third Coast
  • 8 Plex
  • 9 H.A.T.E.
  • 10 Southside Can't Stop
  • 11 All Night
  • 12 How Does It Feel
  • 13 Freestyle
  • 14 My Sermon
  • 15 S.U.C. 4 Life
  • 16 Maintain
  • 17 Final Curtain Call
  • f/ K.T.

    (talking)
    Southsive for live, aka Southside for life
    Z-Ro, K.T., recognize my motherfucking team

    [Z-Ro]
    Let me introduce myself, I'm Z-Ro the Crooked, Mo City block
    The place that you don't want to go cause you'll get no pity block
    With drug dealers when we need some paper
    Get on the corner and we bleed till we fifty keep avoiding them haters
    Cause they keep dropping salt in the game
    Bumping they gums so they end up getting caught in the game, don't maintain
    Handle my business on the low-low, hit a lick and go to Akapoko
    Sipping on moet and smoking ball bat to that dro and doe-doe
    Jesus let me ball till I fall in the grave, doing it my way
    As a rich nigga and call it a day, I play with my K
    Cause it ain't no people where I stay
    Nothing but memories and blood stains of yesterday
    How can I make it to heaven if I be chilling in hell
    If they can make a million you can make a million as well
    Until then, I'ma be making deals with the Jamaicans
    S.U.C. to the finish until he call me in

    (Chorus)
    Recognize my team cause we got players that's gone represent
    Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life
    All I want is money chasing paper after dead presidents
    Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life

    [K.T.]
    You bet it's me, K.T., new S-U-S-P-E-C-T
    Living better and cutting and trying to stack my currencies
    Stay alive, survive, the lord knows my soul purified
    And make a way for my family although I know they tried
    I'm doing bad, wishing for things that I never had
    It's my dad, drops and blue over gray rag
    Until I make a million or more, I'ma smoke and lean
    And stack my green, until a player hit the floor
    Waking up calling shots, beam glocks, and doing shows
    Getting lifted on flows, six hundred, and hydro
    K.T. and Z-Ro, on a smash for cream
    Searching for dead politicians if y'all know what I mean
    A murdering team, spit my guillotine at you busters
    On the grind getting mine with the watch full of bezzels
    M-O-B I would of team until my time is foul
    Stack my paper, scream Presidential smoke weed and get high

    (Chorus)
    Recognize my team cause we got players that's gone represent
    Presidential Player for life, I'm a Presidential Player for life
    All I want is money chasing paper after dead presidents
    Presidential Player for life, I'm a Presidential Player for life

    [Z-Ro]
    Ain't shit changed, my life is still about drugs and slugs
    You could keep your lights on, you've got to get your fight on, and mean mug
    Early birds get the worm, but motherfuckers tend to shortstop
    The Ro I aim my pistol played a deadly burn
    Z-Ro the Crooked and my routine will never change
    Hust-l-ing and bust-l-ing to keep my fingers on some pocket change
    Got to go stay the same until, I die nigga
    When I make the tactics of a Mo City then stay high nigga
    We bleed blocks from seven to seven to seven again
    Holding scratch, peeping packs, slowed then and three for tens
    I got what you need, living in this gutter daily
    Even though I bleed the block it's like I can't eat because this life pay me
    Ducking the police when they be sliding by
    And I swang low on a sweet chariot as I'm riding high
    I'm paranoid everytime you see me, cause I be smoking niggas
    Regular and it's fucking with my conscience so I bust freely
    Wake up in the morning and I caught my tip
    And get ready for another day of this gangsta shit

    (talking)
    Y'all know nigga, every motherfucking day
    You got to get that pay, it's the only way

    (Chorus - 2x)
    Recognize my team cause we got players that's gone represent
    Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life
    All I want is money chasing paper after dead presidents
    Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life

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