Z-Ro The Crooked lyrics

[Z-Ro]
The swisher papers got me down, so I back to smokin' squares
And I see death around the corner, so I'm quick to say a prayer
Livin' my life on the corner with thugs sellin' my drugs known as a chiller
But push my button, watch your life, cause I transform to a killer
Me sippin' me drank
Me smokin' me dank
Me dippin' me herb in formaldehyde
Hopin' that all of me n*ggas are ready to ride
Could I be innocent till proved guilty by Judge Judy?
But the fact remains, they confiscated my weed and my Uzi
Now I'm in correctional facilities, livin' raw
Sharing a cell with the n*ggas that I whupped on in the free world
But ain't a god damn thing changed, I'm still breakin' a jaw
Ain't fin to lose no sleep, over ner one of y'all
One of y'all with Vogues could run up on me, and I guarantee that one of y'all gonna fall
I'm just here to do my time, not to trouble you
But I'mma drop these jealous haters until they hear 1-9-3-2-0-7-0-6-8-T-W
In the free world one more god damn kin, causin' havoc and fury
I'ma be poppin' pills, smokin' that kill, lookin' for the members of the jury
'Cause vengeance is mine, but I'm locked down, feelin' forsaken
And my pen is mightier than the sword because my tools have been taken
Straight from the streets of Houston Texas, yes my freedom they took it
But motherf*ckers can't take my will to survive
n*gga I'm Z-Ro the Crooked
(Chorus)
Look out wicked world, here come the champion, look out, look out
Abra cadabra, and running with the gun 'n dem O's, look out, look out

[Z-Ro]
Hallucinations are trickin' me, makin' me think I'm about to die
Could it be that fire, does somebody really have a .354 plus 3 pointed at me?
They givin' me snitches of rectangles and squares, askin' me, what does this mean to me?
But I'm ready for the combat, give me my motherf*ckin' law back
b*tch I don't want no needles in me, y'all thinkin' I mean it
Trying to do me in a room full of evil men, taking my mind to a place that it's never been
But I'm a soldier on the battlefield
In the middle of the war, you either have to die or have to kill
So I ain't guilty motherf*cka' raise up off of my N-U-T's, 'cause you can't harm me
Everlastin', I'm ever blastin'
I reckon you better get the army to swarm me, because the Indonesian cannabis helps me tackle the pain
But I'm gettin' so weak because I'm shackled in chains
Now my brain is going insane
Feelin' like my spirit is 'bout to get evicted, 'cause I'm a victim of a world so wicked
Time and time I asked myself why did they turn the heat up
I was chasin' paper, but n*ggas was jealous because they couldn't keep up
I'm Z-Ro the Crooked

(talking)
I ain't dead yet, old punk ass n*gga
Look in my motherf*ckin' eyes n*gga, till I die, I'mma be real
[Z-Ro]
Come Lord
Show me your mercy, overwhelmed in deep distress
Although I realize it's nothin' but a test
But I can't take it, 'cause my brain is going insane lately
See how many enemies that I have, and how viciously they hate me
Deliver my life from their power, forgive my sins, see my sorrow, feel my pain
Let it never be said I trusted you in vain
Long as I'm walkin' this earth, my problems go from bad to worse
And I know it's gonna be that way until they lower my casket in the dirt
But all I'm askin' for is just a little piece of mind
And I know that if I keep the faith, it shouldn't be hard for me to find
But in my mind, it's hard to turn the other cheek
Could it be a wise man, because of the revelation of scripture that I speak
Every day for twenty motherf*ckin' years
A n*gga been facing so many fears, and auntie sheddin' so many tears
But dear Sandra don't cry, all I can say is if they kill't me, I took it
But even in death I'm victorious, they couldn't fade me
I was Z-Ro the Crooked