Artist: Dungeon Masta f/ 5 Foot Hyper Sniper, Buddha Monk, Mozart, Sleep Murda Album: Project Oblivion (Da Vintage) Song: Zu Can't Go 4 Dat Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Buddha Monk] After year.... turn it up, turn it, turn this shit up Turn it up, dan-dan-dan-dan-dan, dan-dan-dan-dan-dan [Hook 2X: Buddha Monk] You want my body, now you want my soul Don't even think about it, say no more [Chorus: Buddha Monk] The Zu can't go for that, no, no, no can do Yes, the Zu can't go for that, no, no, no can do Yes, the Zu can't go for that, no, no, no can do Yes, the Zu can't go for that, we can't go for that We can't go for that, we can't go for that [Buddha Monk] Yo the nightmares of being gunned down for past souls Shows no escape, I await before my fate Take precaution, when walking these streets, I can't slumber Knowing somewhere lies a bullet with my number Paranoid, can't avoid, what my life is doomed My mind strapped, monitored in I.C.U. Flashes of herses, I'm running wild, hearing nurses Caressing my mental state, with my old earth in I can't assure, my baby boy is going to be fine Yo, I'm stuck, how come I'm only speaking with my mind The dream that occurs, no sight of my assassin Mugged, blurry visions of a gat and a slug Schemin' for cream, and the reality it seems It has to be my mind, ducking down in the land of dreams [Chorus] [Mozart] I come to fuck out, in peace like this, with weed like this A mind full of thoughts, and a dick full of piss A mouth full of shit to spit, I ain't thick like quick Or crip, but I eat and drink quick When I run up in your crib, my face tied with the baby bib Shady kid, rip out your lady rib and hand it to you Huh, nigga, who sicker? Bitch, nigga, how you figure you buzzin' I'mma cut off your index finger, stop touching Or I'mma spin around and start busting [5 Foot Hyper Sniper] The Zu, buck, buck, buck, I don't give a fuck Hennessey, any what, leave a smack out the cut Bitch, shut the fuck up, before I put the snot in it, what? Don't make me blackout, cuz I'm a pimp, no doubt Pull a mack out, pull a stack out, time for me, to pick up the dope From the crack house, got some unfinished business, to pull a rat out He snitched on my family, he in the fed house I got a scope on him, red dot, head shot, head popped, then dropped [Chorus] [Sleep Murda] It was a late night on a Friday night, yo my gear was tight Caught a late flight, you feeling it, all night Off that Henny, and P.E.P.S.I.'s On a something high, baby mother, wondering why I ain't been home in a while, acting all wild Zu style, something loud, screaming black and proud, watch out [Dungeon Masta] The brain shaker, demonic villain, soul taker The pussy beater, cannibal, human flesh eater The street sweeper, and search the wound, deeper & deeper The gat keeper, master of the eternal sleeper The head banger, giving ya'll cuss the middle finger The drug slinger, original morbid funk ranger Yo, this is a job, for dumper slumpers to come gat cha The body snatcher, flippin' MC's with verbal slasher The casanova, don't need to bat bitches with range rovers I bend them over, have 'em screamin' for Jehova The oversear, the unforgiven mic beater The jaw breaker, infamous, lyrical creator [Hook 2X] [Chorus]