Track 1

[Intro]
Hey, you deaf, dead or both, bitch?

[Verse 1]
Welcome here Z, E, H, T
Cruising up in the blade through Grove Street
I'm upstairs, replaying the memories
While i change out my shoes, put on a white tee
BMX bike, i cruise
From old, recent to [?]
With no hesitation
Pedestrians get knocked out
If they saying stupid shit ’bout my clothes
And then prostitutes get fucked and I kill the hoe
Need the money to refill ammo
I'm running low but I'm high
Like when you [?] jetpack for a while
Creeping around like I’m in Madd Dogg's Mansion
Rollin' Heights, but I ain't no Balla (Baller)
Ask where I'm from, you know I stand taller
I tell you Grove Street til' I D, I, E
Get left like o, i, d, e, r (oider?)(order?)
Underwater with an empty health bar
Should've worked on your lung capacity
Not for the swimming but [?] bullet
You be frozen then you hear the Uzi blast
Same way as the godfather, easy laugh
(hahahahahahahahaha)

[Character Speaking]
Split up, keep up motherfucker

[Verse 2]
Let the laugh haunt you
Coming from every angle, bitch
I let the voodoo bounce all around your bitch
With the green bandana wrapped 'round my head
The front tire higher than your house is
And the bat might connect with your jaw
’’Officer, I'm going to play baseball’'
If the police ask why i've got a bat for
Swinging on the New Jack no CSR
Okay, Binco jeans on me
Still the sex appeal bar is off the screen
I'm gonna leave the city dripping in green
Grove Street family humiliate your team
Vagos get left in my [?]
Ballas get made to fucking fall off
And any fucking gang in this fucked up world
Bites the dust on the floor when we pull up
Okay, Binco jeans on me
Still the sex appeal bar is off the screen
I’m gonna leave the city dripping in green
Grove Street family humiliate your team
Vagos get left in my [?]
Ballas get made to fucking fall off
And any fucking gang in this fucked up world
Bites the dust on the floor when we pull up

[Character Speaking]
We done homie, get us out of here