Zino Always Said

[Intro]

I go to church I’m strapped

When I go say hi to ma, I’m strapped

When I go buy Pampers, I'm strapped

That’s the way it is, why is it?

For my dead homie

I just lost a homie the other day, man, you know

Sometimes I... I don’t really know what to say

You know, I don’t even know how to go by and say "hey hey hey this dealing, you know, hey, I’m sorry about what happened", you know

I gotta get out there and I gotta handle it, you know?

For my homie, you know?

You know how it go, man

This, this, this, this ain't no, this ain't just... you know

"Oh it's gon, it's gon' start today, gon' end tomorrow"

Nah, it's on timing now!

I ain't afraid of you, I ain't going out like a sucka

You know... it's wraps, payday, everyday

Not even [?]

Why is it? For my dead homie

[Verse 1: Nines]

Freedom or jail, shoot to kill, while I'm squeezing the shell

Came to the club alone, I’ll probably leave with your girl

When I was putting weed on the scale, you niggas was watching Kenan and Kel

My nigga T in the cell reading his mail

I got the gun under the leather jacket

And if I pull it out, I’ll leave more holes in you than a tennis racket

I used to be bummy now I’m fly

Them niggas drop dimes, I’m throwing money in the sky

Grey Goose and the Henny got me tipsy

My buds green and fluffy like the Teletubby Dipsy

It’s got me thinking with a cloudy mind

Come through with four rings like the Audi sign

Me and Cash got them Feds looking for the main stash

Me and Keyz the modern day Jay-Z and Dame Dash

All about the money, I love scrilla

MC slash Drug Deala

[Verse 2: Skrapz]

Got the tints in the whip, put the Clip in the stick

Gloves hoody and  shit, yeah I’m fully equipped

Bout to drive round town, start bullying shit

Bout to turn on heat with the 40 I grip

Bout to make shit peak on the streets that we’re living in

Even though the odds look bad, I ain’t giving in

I ain’t giving up, hard times come but I grind

I ain't living bruk, you shoulda known me better than that

And if I catch a nigga slipping and I’m peppering that

Lights out, White Sheet, Body Bag, it’s a wrap

They ain’t fucking with Skrapz

Keep trying to tell the young lil cats that they shouldn’t try follow my tracks

Meanwhile I’m on the roads tryna build up my stacks

I ain’t trying to get slumped in my whip like Pac

So I’m holding my strap

And if a nigga gets close, whip it out, let it off, make his body collapse

[Verse 3: Ca$h Mon£y]

Mi nuh buy gun fi show, my gun will blow, go toe to toe

Paigan dem fi know, them a got crazy bullet

Finger squeeze on the trigger, in the fray some bullet

Nah nah

Yeah gun banging, Church’s man jamming

Fi tek mi life, bare gun planning

Huh, coulda red, coulda blue bandan' him

Crime scene, yo, rifle man slammin’

See them runnin’ a runnin’, true me comin’ a comin’

With some long gun yo for the dummy a dummy

Shot in the face, ah fill that bwoy tummy 'tummy

Who dem ah ramp with, taking cash money me money

Mr. Crimescene, dun kno me seen it

Dun lived the life, some boy them a dreaming

Never bust my gun and never mean it

Every time I close my eyes I see Zino every minute

[Hook: Shotgun]

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away

[Verse 4: Storm Millian]

Dope

For once I can think, how I make the Macca sing

I ain’t thinking la la la, I’m talking bullets echoing

Travelling faster than a train, lift you higher than a plane

For my niggas and my dead homies, I will blow his brain

Shake cook dirty face, niggas know the way I flow

Shake cook cocaine, road to the fucking bot

Niggas tryna chat shit, show I’m in a different zone

Fuck that! I get it poppin’ anywhere the fuck I go

Lord knows, he will end up ghost by the minute

No Popeye eating spinach, cos firms as many digits in the row

One after the other, bullets in his soul

He should’ve know, I don’t play if you come around Church Road

We be bare strong, shuffling burn crop, earn dope

Keep that money flow, I ain’t stopping til my faith blow up

Sky high, I want the whole world to fucking know us

Crime Scene, yellow tape, hold my niggas

[Verse 5: S Dot B Lee]

Come up in the strip, a little pan in the stick

Gang bang with the gang, with that extra clip

I got love for the bloods, I got love for the crips

I love fucking that gangsta bitch

And I love to discharge, from the small to the large

See a couple of them things in my uncle’s garage

Like Cash I’m protecting the yard

You can get it like Supas T if you, if you wanna go hard

Couple of these chicks, yeah I had to bone

Wouldn’t leave me alone, they even followed me home

If their man found out, then it’s likely on

I already know the boyfriend don’t like Leon

So what if it might be on

Rolling in the rental, ride for long

And I ain’t even on the badman ting

But I beat gunshots on a pagan’s skin

[Verse 6: BG]

I’m riding my pistol, yes I pissed now

And I just fully loaded, and Imma get down

Me got a 40 in me waist

Look nuh, you’ll eyeball bullets in your face

Yo Cash Money, boy rides the AK with the whips

Banana clips with all extension clips

Boy dead quick, head fly without Visa

Bolt in my stray with Lisa

So what’s popping?

No, not Church Road feds are clocking

They want to know where we go at gun shopping

Sun out til early 10, so they parking

Nina, like they wanna come with body wagon

That’s the burden rolling with bad gangs

Nobody can see them again

With no beg friend, money making to the end

Going out to wally gate with them

[Hook: Shotgun]

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away

[Verse 7: Streetz]

Alright say no more

I spit crack, and every bar is war

All my fiends are fantastic, they want four

I need to get rich, I don’t want to be poor

The youngers got the block, like IKEA they slam drawers

Mum said standing on block ain’t a good cause

But I ain’t trying to do this forever, I’m trying to open doors

Cash rules everything, I don’t want to break the law

But the block makes more sales than boats on a seashore

Are you listening? I spit crack, man, I get it in

Don’t take it lightly if you see my niggas pedalling

The Mac's gone, but I got AKs that will melt your skin

Shell spitting out, it’s knocking bodies let me in

On the real, I swear down it’s political

Not the guy from Bridge with designs but you're Kritikal

Should’ve known better instead of talking bull

Now you got your frame all open like Kermit in Paid in Full

[Verse 8: P-Dubbz]

This is the life some of us have gladly chosen

This is the life that some of us have sadly grown in

I’m sorry to say but some won’t live to see their old age

It’s gone pear shaped in this road rage

Now it’s postcode days

Mind your colours, and watch out for the shit that your clothes say

This whole game is messed up, I tell you

For a new identity, niggas will sell you, out to the popo

Watch how you move, there’s no rats in my dojo

No grass around my house, so there’s no snakes when I go home

But still I sleep lightly

You know I don’t know what it might be

Like tomorrow, you know in the end people like to follow

Others' evilish thoughts, you can see through a man

But you can’t see from his heart, no love streets for a while

Now we can’t even dance, migraine skanking

Somebody in the rave will have your migraine shanked in

[Verse 9: Fatz]

Flying up to cunch, with the food in my crutch

Super doing 140, gassing on the clutch

6 months back, my nigga Nines had the palace

Switching up chicks, plus weighing up cabbage

You can bring me anywhere, I'ma be the same Fatz

I stay strapped, and bun a nigga ASAP

I’m feeling like Bishop at the roof

Thinking who could I trust, I’m telling you the truth

So I’m stacking on the Queen, gripping the machine

Fully automatic, you should see the magazine

Fire on the lean, straight crack that I’m spitting

Most can’t adapt to the life that I’m living

Guns near the dash, moneys in the stash

No time for girls, I fell in love with cash

If I could change my life, I wouldn’t change nothin’

Trying to make a mill before I’m lying in my coffin

[Hook: Shotgun]

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away

[Verse 10: El Mino]

Mino, Crimescene, you know I ain’t leaving

Shots hit him in his chest, make him hate breathing

The whole season, yeah my niggas are grimey

Nothing like electricians when we lock off your light

Spazz hit him in the head, couple of bredrin beside

Leave the prick tied up, like the red in the tie

And my niggas are full breeds, with no force

J take him back to the blades, give him the blowtorch

You can say we hate a nigga, it’ll be bare snot

I be putting in work, like the air force

And if you air talk, this is straight talk

Mac shall be resting on your brain like some weird thought

[Verse 11: Baloo]

I’m big in to this, I big in to this

You can ask about me I’m a big artist

I couldn’t really care for who talks the hardest

It all sounds garbage, I spit retard shh...

Niggas look and stare how my chain glow

Cos I’m from a place that’s got guns like Saints Row

You can get your wig caught back like a cainrow

No Mortal Kombat but sh... can get fatal

I never claimed to be an angel

I done a lot of dirt, I’ve shot a lot of work

I rid out with the stralley, hit the stralley in the dirt

And all now I couldn’t really tell you was it worth

But now I know my purpose since birth

I'ma make it big before a nigga leave this earth

I’ve seen the highs and lows and even worse

I’m too grown now to be fighting over turf

[Hook: Shotgun]

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away

Since he went away, people always say

That if he stayed alive, then there’ll be better days

Zino always said, that if he went away

We should always ride, and let them go away