Zone 29 Lyrics

Aww Shit...

There they go right there...

Where they at??

Coolin in the hood

I just pulled up on my niggas

Ms. Gwen steady fussin

Me and Bubby waiting on Killa

My cousin serving Billie Jean

My neighborhood like thriller

Matter fact this bitch a zoo

A couple apes, couple gorillas (GRRR)

A lot of niggas fake

So it be kinda hard to feel ya (SWEATERGAWD)

I see niggas doing they thing

I ain't going lie

Still think I'm realer

I ain't worried bout a thing

I get too high

Plus I want skrilla

Boy you better pick a side

You a customer or the dealer

Roaming Zone 29

We just tryin get a bucket

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We might not make it home, but fuck it

Killers try give me the gun

I ain't going lie

I should've tucked it

Big Ant left me round some money

I stayed solid, I ain't touch it

The boys in the hood be gripping that steel

Niggas sipping on lean

Plus they popping them pills

Knowing nothing in life

But get money and drill

Don't act tough out here that shit might get you... shhh

Where I'm from bullies get bullied

Free Lor Gary

Long Live Boogie

Too many guys to remember

Free Lor Purdie

Long Live Tookie

Never claimed to be a killer

I just hope them guys don't push me

Cold Summers Hot Winters

They going walk you down in hoodies

Mark and Slap don't call them junkies

They walking by giving knowledge

Them Nells should've left the court

La Cobra snuck up and robbed him

He still hanging with them niggas

Even tho he know who shot him

He came home thinking he run shit

Til them niggas ran up and dropped him

In the stu doing the beat box

We not bumping SpotEmGotEm

They wanted dimes of the re-rock

Me and Bubby say "We ain't got 'em"

We playing our cards right

They could be junkies or the knockas

Lemon Pepper was a warm up

After this might be the hottest

They still waiting on my album

After this I swear I'm dropping

All gas no brakes

So after this it ain't no stopping

Still gotta watch out for snakes

I know they scheming and they plotting

Police steady harassing

Them bitches part of them problem

Niggas act like they ain't need me

I know Que Blac know I got him

D-Money tell me he love me

Blood know that I get it poppin'

Do this shit for my section

Cuz told me this bitch was rockin'

Playing spades, smoking runtz

Von stuff the backies like stockings

Only here for the weekend

After this it's time to lock in

Always dolo when I ride

But I told Shardy J to hop in (Holla at me bro)

We parlaying for a while

Homie here, so what you copping?

Thanking God a Hunnit times

Them demons they have me locked in

In the streets they cook that beef shit with heat

No time for boxing

I'ma keep dropping all these Tank hits

I treat this shit just like boxing

Oh he really think them niggas, his niggas

Watch how they fox him

Niggas pussy... they ain't one of my niggas...