Say..
Some people call me the crooked cause my mind aint straight, leave niggas leanin to the side like they need a V8, I tried to be a changed man but my plan aint play, hatas wants me to put a gun back in my hand and spray, was already dealin with a bunch of them o hoe ass niggas, hated by mo bitch ass niggas, took a fall, got arrested then you bitches got bold, what you thought I wasnt comin back to bomb on you hoes, I heard the rumors for myself, Z-ro signed for 10, here I am, it aint safe to come outside again,
bought a record, fuck everybody, aint got no friends, nigga remember how you treated Ro when Ro had no ends, that explains when you see me why I reach in my pants, pull out my pistol let it fade niggas straight bleachin they ass, yea im back and let it be known, z-ro done made it home, fuck wit me I empty out my clip, reload and keep-on.

Keep on..
And I wont stop
Fuck wit me, I promise imma make you breathing stop. I keep on, wit my glock cocked, livin on the edge till im dead screamin fuck the cops I keep on and I wont stop, fuck wit me i promise imma make yo breathin stop
I keep on, with my glock cocked livin on the edge till im dead screamin fuck the cops

Fresh out of jail mayne..
You niggas done fucked up now..
Came back to get my mail mayne..
Playa dont make me buck you down..
Im the king of the ghetto...
And Im here to reclaim my thrown..
In a relationship with a tech 4-4..
And nigga my bitch be blazin domes...
If yall fellas wanna play games..
Dumpin on every car I see..
Its that time when I take aim..
Brace yourself.. RIP

Keep on..
And I wont stop
Fuck wit me, I promise imma make you breathing stop. I keep on, wit my glock cocked, livin on the edge till im dead screamin fuck the cops I keep on and I wont stop, fuck wit me i promise imma make yo breathin stop
I keep on, with my glock cocked livin on the edge till im dead screamin fuck the cops

Its reprecussions when you niggas push my buttons to hard and I become a saint by bringing you niggas closer to god love nothin and slug somethin everytime I breath
murder on my enemys, im the reason their familys breath please, OG gorilla Original Girl gone on, before i beat your bitch ass what I did by hanging up my phone, cause when niggas get wired up, niggas get tied up
it be nothing but yellow tape everytime i r-ride up, t-ray, we used to be cool and kick it and thangs, understand you was in prison and missin the game, understand me when i tell you if you cross me you can die, might as well be a pigeon cause your spirit fitna fly
if you wasnt on keep watchin me, you aint a gorilla, tryna immitate a gangsta, thats when a gangsta come getcha, run and tell your toy soliders in yo army the war is on, catch em one by one and dump my gun and cease to keep on..

Keep on..
And I wont stop
Fuck wit me, I promise imma make you breathing stop. I keep on, wit my glock cocked, livin on the edge till im dead screamin fuck the cops I keep on and I wont stop, fuck wit me i promise imma make yo breathin stop
I keep on, with my glock cocked livin on the edge till im dead screamin fuck the cops

(Thanks to Justin for these lyrics)