Long Time (2006) Z-Ro (Ft. Jay'Ton & Trae tha Truth)

(*talking*)
Here ye here ye, come one come all
An nigga talking down on the Maab, bound to fall
Know I'm saying, Z-Ro the Crooked
Representing S.U.C., got my nigga Fred in this bitch
My nigga Trae in this bitch, and we don't give
A damn about you, that's why we fin to ride

[Trae]
I bet these boys, out here better recognize
My team, Guerilla Maab until it's over
Running bitch niggas over, beaming a Glock like I'm a soldier
Ready for war who that hating on Trae, and knowing they trash
Throwing they ass up out my face, if they think of blocking my cash
Mo' rocks than Damon Dash, independently I'm a threat
AKA a vet, and spraying them niggas until they wet
I ain't finished yet I'm a G, and I'm finishing what I started
Half of these niggas out here be spitting bullshit, like they retarded
Disregarded never, I'm better than the rest of the game
You lame better read my chain, M double A-B be running thangs
With my kin folk Ro dog, and the L dog
Everytime let me tell y'all, we thoed I'ma swell y'all

(*talking*)
Well swell em up then
Fuck these old PH bastard ass niggas
Talking down on us, bet y'all can't walk down on us
Nigga we strapped automatics, semi's and fully's