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Z-Ro - That Mo lyrics
Mo City Mo City, I got love for you
 I layed up in jail, plus spilled and lost blood for you
 They use to say we was a fashion show, because it was true
 We can't help it if we got money, but we'll murder you too
 If I beef with somebody, that's not successful like myself
 I'm waging war against nothing, and I would need to check myself
 Round here, everybody got a murder weapon
 Not a beginner's pistol, leave and lease a 3-57
 If it's breathing and it's walking, and it's talking it's a man
 So I've got no reason to fear it, I'll drop it where it stand
 Won't even say I'm real, cause real got too many new definitions
 All I know, I begin and complete my mission
 You got a problem with me, address it
 Don't throw a rock into a pack of dogs, seeing if Rother gon' get the message
 I stay ready to rumble, or to let them guns buck
 I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
 [Hook:]
 I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
 With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around
 I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
 Bitch stop playing with me, stop playing with me
 I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
 With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around
 I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
 Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck
 People wanna kick it with me, but I choose to be alone
 Ain't nobody crazy about ya, that's why you on your own
 That's including me, I'm not gon' invite you in my home
 You might not do the right thang, and end up with a rifle at your dome
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 This is an area you can get your bread in, or come up dead in
 Your ghetto, ain't no different from mine
 But this the one I ride or die for at the proper time, better respect my mind
 Respect my mind, cause I'll kill you nigga
 Like I don't see you, in my rearview nigga
 I wish you would, try to play me like I'm soft
 Watch me throw this bitch in park, hop out and knock your god damn head off
 Ain't no calling 911, and that emergency
 I'm calling Mike Newsome and Grey-D, if too many cowards trying to murder me
 But if it's my time, I guess I ran out of my luck
 I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
[Hook]
 Ridegmont, Ridgegate, Ride Gate, Provilla
 Chasewood, Hunters Glenn y'all are all my niggaz
 Southwest, Cross and Quill Valley, Quillrun
 Fresno and Arcola, plus the Dub we all one
 Hiram-Clarke, South Park, Sunnyside and the Third
 4th Ward, 5th Ward, Trinity Garden ya heard
 Hell yeah, Houston Teaxs we hot
 If I forgot your hood blame it on the weed man, that's why I forgot
 I'm at the shooting range, jacking like I'm busting my beat
 To me it ain't no difference, between the shooting range and the streets
 Do you while you with your people, like I caught you alone
 You about to make history, but your people gon' make it home
 I'd rather be a lover, not a fighter
 Instead of picking up a gun, I'd rather pick up a blunt and a lighter
 But it is what it is, y'all already know what's up
 I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
[Hook]









