quarterback vision

uh homie

you don't really want me to shine

like boston george

ain't wanna give up his connect to diego

you the type of nigga that wanna come up

but want me to stay low

the day i leave this bitch in a body bag

is what you pray fo'

but i'm still living and ya'll haters get mo' mad

with every breath i take

sometime i might spill a nigga

but j. prince clean up every mess i make

so like my quicker picker upper

that's my bounty nigga

my piss dirty but i ain't smoke

just weed in my brownies nigga

you don't wan' rump with me

i'm riding with that big gun

my fifty caliber shoot so far

i call that bitch my vince young

if it's really time to merk you homie

i ain't gon need a rehearsal homie

cause it ain't gon be a commercial homie

it's sex money and murder homie

call me vince young homie

i got quarterback vision

i can see the 5-0's

when they blitzing

i see stick up kids

targeting z-ro for the sticking

so it's pistols in every room

every bathroom and both kitchens

better go long homie

cause you know i throw long homie

but

you don't wanna catch this pass

touchdown for the s.u.c. we soldiers united for cash

touchdown like reggie bush on a break away

who gon catch my ass

i don't know nobody that fast

whoo

i'm feeling so pimp c right now

call me ro-chad

yeah your diamonds shine but not like mine

homie that's your bad

i ain't even a materialistic guy

i don't love money

but you might think i do cause i'll murder you

if you try to take some from me

look at you now

you can't even have an open casket you dumb dummy

and i sleep real good every night

cause ain't none of the bullets come from me

so don't make me floyd mayweather jr. your ass

like i was 147 pounds

one hundred ak-47 rounds sit down

i'm official

like a referee whistling tougher than bone grissle

put so much lead in your ass

you can be your own pencil

z-ro the crooked king of the ghetto

yeah homie that's my name

and i'm healthy as a motherfucker

with seventy carats up in my chain

now i ain't never been to 106th & park

and sat on the couch

but i'm a legend in this rap

in the south

excuse me i'm allergic to bitch niggaz

i'm bitch niggaz intolerant

so my stomach cramp up

whenever i run into bitch niggaz

i'm rolling in my kobe bryant

on top of deuce maccallister's

i'm always in a fo' do'

but i ain't never got no passengers

good weed good drank

big money mayn

i don't get along with ya'll fellas

but i get money mayn

most of the rappers in my city

wanna see me flop

cause when i came back home from jail

that's when all they shows stopped

i got quarterback vision

i ain't never been sacked

and i don't walk with fifty niggaz either

how you love that