Don’t Lose Your Head Zion I (Ft. Too $hort)
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[Verse 1: Zion I]
Wake up, gunshots in the city
Hustlers on the corner, gonna get more busy
Gunshots, young stunna got caught up
Clock big numbers, too bad got slaughtered
Stunt now, he gon' pay later
Big booty girl, that's a black man's savior
Servin', hit the block and we pervin'
Roll real slow in the cut like a surgeon
Turf chick, Smurfette, give you work quick
Get caught sippin', get sick is it worth it?
Hell nah, but the job fill timers
Got a good girl in my eyes she's the flyest
Can't sleep, streets stay heated
Ghetto connoisseur, I know you see it
Posted, while my cousins gettin' toasted
Got a big beat so fat you can smoke it
[Chorus]
Don't lose your head
D-D-D-D-Don't lose your head
[Verse 2: Too $hort]
Lil' homie, what you goin' do with your life
You wanna hustle, but you ain't doin' it right
Thug to the end, just don't know why
Even if you're wrong, you know I'm goin' ride
In the streets, with the killers and the creeps
You don't want to learn but I still want to teach
I told you, lace them beats
Cause all you ever do is just chase them freaks
Lil' town girl, never been around the world
Gave her that pill, now you lickin' on her pearl
I be right out, keep them all psyched out
In the back room fuckin' with the lights out (don't do it)
Wake up, gunshots in the city
Hustlers on the corner, gonna get more busy
Gunshots, young stunna got caught up
Clock big numbers, too bad got slaughtered
Stunt now, he gon' pay later
Big booty girl, that's a black man's savior
Servin', hit the block and we pervin'
Roll real slow in the cut like a surgeon
Turf chick, Smurfette, give you work quick
Get caught sippin', get sick is it worth it?
Hell nah, but the job fill timers
Got a good girl in my eyes she's the flyest
Can't sleep, streets stay heated
Ghetto connoisseur, I know you see it
Posted, while my cousins gettin' toasted
Got a big beat so fat you can smoke it
[Chorus]
Don't lose your head
D-D-D-D-Don't lose your head
[Verse 2: Too $hort]
Lil' homie, what you goin' do with your life
You wanna hustle, but you ain't doin' it right
Thug to the end, just don't know why
Even if you're wrong, you know I'm goin' ride
In the streets, with the killers and the creeps
You don't want to learn but I still want to teach
I told you, lace them beats
Cause all you ever do is just chase them freaks
Lil' town girl, never been around the world
Gave her that pill, now you lickin' on her pearl
I be right out, keep them all psyched out
In the back room fuckin' with the lights out (don't do it)
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