Here We Go Z-Ro (Ft. Killa Kyleon & Mike-D (S.U.C.))

[Verse 1: Mike D]
It's boss hogg Corleone, and I'm fuckin' wit the king
We bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream
I place the order out in cali. for the p.t
We get money while you niggas still asleep, and a
It's three in the morning, in the kitchen cooking oz.s
Block to bleed, niggas to feed, if I drop' em on 12 comin back 21
It's 80 sippers out the book, I move' em one by one
See my hands is fast, my cook game raw
I don't need no pyrex, gimme a coffe mug jar
And I whip it to the left, whip it to the right
Move it all around till they cook it air tight
Let it dry, pop it out the jar, straight to the scale
Wrap it up in plastic, straight to the mail
It's boss hogg Corleone, nigga Mike D
Bleeds the block cuz I am the streets

(Chorus: Z-Ro)2x
Here we go
Corleone and the King of the Ghetto
Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes
All we tryna do is keep collecting dough
Go get it, and come back get that white as snow
Candied doors, yeah they open up and close
Run up on us bitch you won't run up no more
Cuz we will slide yo bitch ass across the flo, flo, flo