Mirror, Mirror-Z-RO

Mirror, Mirror - Z-RO [Z-Ro] Let my coedine settle, and have a toast one time Multiplications on my digits, come up over some time 3-57 in my spine, they can't hold me like Kobe Bryant Powered up, popping tulips and clovers and stop signs Taylor made, Gucci looking like a million bucks Neck full of gold baggets, and trillion cuts I reside on cuts, cause having money is a must Give me the issue or get touched, the scuffling up ***** with the raw like a cut, cause I hit too hard Radio stations don't play, cause I spit too hard I know they hate me everyday, and I ain't quit so far But if you cross the line, AK is gone hit your car [Hook] Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the throwdest of them all Cause you know my name, it's Z-Ro the Crooked Z-Ro the Mo City Don, it ain't over it just begun Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the throwdest of them all Cause you know my name, it's Z-Ro represent the third coast Let my codeine settle, and have a toast [Z-Ro] I'm a guerilla that's after the scrilla, I ***** glocks I'm the top knotch, body armored like Shaq done blocked shots Dropping cops cause they crooked, I'm the law now Posted on the corner, selling raw now Looking for them people, keep an open eye And if I see the jackers, never hesitate I gotta open fire Active like a live wire, retalliation is a must Rock and buy these bezzels, and then I bust Geniva watch, telling me it's time to ball Get in the line till I make it to the front, and then it's time to fall But if I ever fall off, just fall back behind the scene Take seven, catch me up in sitcoms and big screens [Hook] [Z-Ro] When I roll, I roll one deep I never stop wrecking, these H-Town streets And ain't nobody holding me down I'm a roll, I'm rolling If you didn't know Southside still holding, folding Big lemon faces, got real money cause I catch cases Sipping on skeet tastes, and I'ma lean in private or public places Milicated refreshness, keep my mind at ease Trying to reach another level, keep me climbing trees Coming smoke out my nose, bald faded minus before Keep it gangsta, got groupie hoes striking a pose But see they ain't getting chose, or catch me tipping my dob I need a independent thug chick, launder money and drug shit I'm the boss hog, ain't nobody hogging me over harder Soft then I'm off, in the funk in my roller [Hook - 2x]