Альбом Z-Ro

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[Hook - 2x]
Come with me, ain't nothing changed I'm the same old G
Seem like it's my to shine, like the diamond cut in my grill
La da da da da, I'm real

[Z-Ro]
You can catch me flipping, and sipping and smoking
Up in the turning lane, with the doors wide open
We serious bout our habits, we never be choking
Catch us chain smoking, and violently choking
Why don't you wanna light up the blunt, that's in your hand
I'll pat ya with the 4-4, that is for sure man
Ain't no more breaking a leaf, ain't nothing but that dro man
Mess around and get too tipsey, you'll be on the floor man
Popping up, until I feel about as strong as four man
We don't smoke rocks but they are over our hand
Remember back in the day, I use to be a poor man
Now I'm gifted and sipping daily, with jewelry frozen

[Hook - 2x]
Lyrics
[Lil' O]
Uh, they say I'm acting funny, they saying O's strange
They saying no don't come around, nigga O's changed
Man O tripping man what's going down in O's brain
Talking down on me, them niggas still ain't having no change
See I don't really talk it, I just live it
I don't say I'm gonna, I just get it
Give a playa the ball, he 'pose to run with it
But these niggas rapping gossip, like some dumb bitches
Like how he get that Benz, how he get that dough
Yeah I got some bread, but wanna get some more
See I went from grinding, all in front the liqour store
To a made man, I'm top knotch nigga role
And you could do it too, this should inspire you
To get ya change, get out the game and retire fool
Before these streets fuck around, and retire you
You saying O ain't real, you a liar fool

[Hook - 2x]

[Kevo]
Mama say she hate game, but can't avoid mine
She know Vo' ain't giving shit to a hoe, but hard dick and hard times
I'm the homicidal Hitchcock
A sex addict and a weed fanatic, so tell me how could shit stop
Cause I'm real, ask Ro' I ask hoe how I spill
I spit rocks at my grill that's worth a mill, yeah a million bucks
My mouth piece armed with invisible sets and trillion cuts
This boy throwed, I thought they told you nigga Presidential code
You can see it, when I'm hauling in my load
My Escalade, all work no play
23 screens and eight 15's, that's tucked away
So you can, keep watching me and
I'ma pop this E man, after ecstasy the desert eagle
Followed up with a solo performance, from my HK to all ya people bitches

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
I came up around the roughest of the rough necks, on corners with a bar
Shadow rocks and a Geniva real ready to go to war
We don't love nothing ready to murder something on sight
Put it on my life, one of my foes'll bite the bullet tonight
You see ths red light this beam, plus a murdering team
Thinking of even to coming and get you it's the E and D
So what's another murder nigga you brought this on yourself
I'ma do it to you slow and make you want to chrome yourself
You owe me something nigga don't like you don't owe me when you see me
I got killers looking to locate your bitch and bust freely
I'ma take another ass for it, to get a million
I be going against the grain slow living or living fast for it
Therefor I'ma mash for it, addicted to greed
I'm headfirst up in this dirty game my life is full speed
Trying to hog it all, bleed the block until the block drop
Screaming fuck y'all until a nigga fry

(Chorus - 4x)
Gorilla till I die
Lyrics
[Den-Den]
Grill out, chill out from my cool reflection
Face spill out, fill out the room full of haters section
Reck's aggression, cause this Frankiln got tossed
For reala gorilla these wars with an extra set of balls
Got to war down to the thug field with bombs suit up
But don't talk to me, holla at my little thugs
If it's Prada that you want then we got it by the way
But I won't hesitate to seel you an underground tape
Fuck the straight and the narrow I be crooked than a bitch
Slide through the door sideways with a mask and some clips
With a dope dog, that I stole from the law
Make you slip up out of your clothes on the way to see your balls
Too down, too dirty, I'm all that shit
Don't get caught in this movie when my mind start to trip
It's a hit, hit by Mr. Crooked Profit
Gorilla till I die and can't nann nigga stop it

[Lyrical 187]
My plans to be a millionaire done tripped and went elsewhere
Times pass, thangs change but me I'm stuck in nowhere
Now I done told the laws, when I found out be a little bit better off
Then worry about them white cars that keep passing by my house
And, rare digits, I'm speaking from experience
Thinking this might be the time for me to set it off
I'm lost and throwed so it seems it can't still matches
Some bank heists, and aggravated terroristic jackers
Drama related but damn it I've been straight since 98
I put that life behind me and still trying to reach the gate
They say money is the key to success but can't handle this
Without the paper on your hands it's hard times and stress
No shit, I told you that I can handle it
But damn it, I'll be damned if I'm gone let it handle me
I tell y'all what, I stay high, cause it keeps me from spilling away
It's inside, I'm a gorilla till I die

[Z-Ro]
Maybe I should try hitch hike cause too many niggas on my block
Trying to make a million pettiest songs in the same spot
Grab mentality of a sick nigga, anyway that I can get it
You better believe that I'm gone get it till I see a rich nigga
Remember my strategy, always bust first
In a situation me and Nina burst, leavin memeories on the streets
Heartless, with or without heat
Holding ground as if a nigga sporting cleats
Gorilla till I die cause I'ma be a hog, I want it all
Trying to ball until my final curtain call
If it means stepping on they toes they better be ready for my moves
But fucking recognize I'm a raw dog with a trunk full of 2's
Click for the ooz', my nigga we gone blast together
When it's rough and tough we take it till we laugh together
Forever, we gone bleed the block until the block drops
Screaming fuck y'all until a nigga fry

(Chorus - 4x)

[Z-Ro]
Too many niggas be trying to take me off of my game
They see me balling, so they wanna take me off of my change
Ain't that a bitch, these broke ass niggas be creeping my pocket
But I'm a soldier y'all can't catch me without my pistol
And ain't no pac in the back, run up on me I'm dropping you flat
My nigga fall behind the trigger, he don't how to act
Better tall your niggas to chill, while we go round for round
Cause if they trip in Ridgemont dumping, y'all ain't gon be around
Now kick it with your people, and see you cheer and grow up
Cause when you fuck with hard head niggas, your body get dumped
Three or four counties away, up in a open field
On my way back to Mo City, I'm steady smoking kill
So when you see me out in public, don't you come at me wrong
Disrespect me if you want, hoe I'ma slug at your dome
Be damned if I miss, but I'm too cool don't trick yourself bitch
Sipping ball, take this bodybag and zip yourself bitch

[Chorus]
Just cause you see me out in public, trying to keep my cool
LyricsDon't mean, that I ain't a damn fool, I'm a guerilla for real
Ain't nothing studio about me, bitch you bout to get killed
Cheifing on doja trying to chill, haters fuck up my moves
God damn that's another dead fool, I'm a guerilla for real
Ain't nothing studio about me, bitch you bout to get killed

[Puff]
I'm a guerilla for real, let's roll back to being glad
When I be riding round trying to jack, cause I got pistols in my lap
And I'm ready to unload, giving it everything I got
From Rugas to Calicoes, even Snug-Nose Glocks
So when you see me riding, nigga don't try to flag me down
Cause when I'm in your face your smiling, when I turn my back you frown
So fuck you niggas, I'm already chilling with enough of niggas
Problems with a couple niggas, don't make me have to bust you niggas
Ridgemont till the day I die, visit or deal with it
I'm making a mill with it, Puff and Z-Ro trying to get it
Cause everyday, all day bitch having blocks steady be pumping
I got the weed, Ro got the drank and bitch and it be dumping
So bitch quit all of your bumping, and come all out of your ice
Trying to jack a nigga like me, you be coming off all of your life
Just because you see me flipping and sipping, smoking on bud
I ain't off no, I got a sawed-off with a barrel full of slugs

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
Everytime I pop a pill, I be full of that bar
Hoochies be all up on a nigga, bitch I ain't a star
I'm from the ghetto like you come from, probably lived in
My life ain't straight and narrow man, I'm barely dodging prison
Ain't you barely dodging it too, ain't you bout your paper too
Don't glorify me, I do the same shit y'all niggas do
Not trying to be mean my nigga, my temper just bad
It's Z-Ro versus the world in my mind, I'm going had
Losing my grip sawed-off bitch, come ride with me
You think I roll cause when you bust us, you can't ride with me
I might get pulled over by the badges, ain't no more room
Too many circles in my secret stashes
Riding 35 tears from 30, and still acting like I ain't got
Running with less fortunates and have-nots
It's on my face, no smiles, no frowns, no ups, just downs
I pull a piece but I shut it down, nothing but rounds

[Chorus - 2x]

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(Billy Cook)
Z-Ro, Keke and Billy Cook
Yeah oh yeah

[Z-Ro]
Steady dropping album after album, song after song
I should of stayed up on the corner moving stone after stone
With a red dot, led blocks with no time for school
I'm in the kitchen whipping up a chicken fool
I tried to get my cash on, but I couldn't get my cash on
Everytime I hit a lick, my family dipping in my stash
Got me mad, whipping up my mask and my 4-5
Dipping in my cheve looking for shit to go down
For my real ass players, man, they don't want me now
Use to show me love, that's something they don't show me now
Left a player lonely now, it's all good
That's why I'm robbing motherfuckers up in y'all hood
Life got me pissed off, take the rolex that's on your wrist off
Papa said I got to pay rent, or get out this house
Living in the streets back in the tre 5-7
LyricsIt's a question of life for mie got a nigga stressing

[Chorus]
You got to let go sometimes - 8x

[Lil' Keke]
Sitting at the crib watching time go by
I be puffing on la, I mean myself and I
It's been a struggle to hustle, but I maintain
Cause this shit don't change off in this dirty game
I got kids to feed, blocks to bleed
I really, shoot for the top my nigga I got to get it
Money if I win puts my mind at ease
Cause I be praying on my knees got to get this cheese
This a lifetime, and ain't no turning it back
Going hard with the crack, trying to get that sack
Be retired from the game, yeah that's something I wish
I stay undercover rolling strapped with four fifths
Rolling Don Ke from H-Town to cali
Straight up out the valley dodging the federally
Putting it down cause I'ma stay on the grind
So you roll homie try to let it go sometime, let it go

[Chorus - 8x]

[Z-Ro]
Flipping my tongue since I was young
It ain't over it just begun, S.U.C. I represent it till my living is done
I'm on the run ducking the law with a pistol on my side
looking for trouble too deep for money at the same time
I'm a sold-ier, I thought I told you
I'm a geurilla my nagah my dogs gone fold you
Pump your breaks when you run into a wild card Ro
Under the influence and I don't give a fuck no more

[Chorus - 12x]

(Billy Cook vocalizing)

[Chorus - 8x]

[Hook - 2x]
We third coast, all about our feddy bleed the block and get ghost
Different strokes for different folks, so we choose to cutthroat
We ain't riding on no horses down here
We get it how we live, that's why it go down round here

[Z-Ro]
We third coast and I'm a soldier united, for the cash
Steady, I be ducking the law cause consistent they clocking cash
Moving fast, I'm running around looking over my shoulder
Running to use my cash, one of my a.c. tell em on E running up my gas
I'm just a G, everybody in the streets know me
I represent that Killa Klan and the S.U.C., and the Guerilla M double A-B
They call me Ro Dog, giving it to you raw, fast or slow dog
It just took a little time for me to shine and get up in the game and roll dog
Now I'm full grown like H-Town be the aids, Z-Ro done got full blown
Then I stood up in the ring
And a nigga done bit the dust, but the bill got pulled on
And I'll super-soak the crowd, if I have to
Nigga with Benjamin faces I be after, then I get ghost like casper
LyricsDon't work then don't eat, play the game but don't cheat
Cause trying to get it up out my stash, I'll have you falling to your knees
Please, respect all of us less fortunate G's
Cause we coming up from selling ki's, to straight selling c.d.s

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Who it be Z-Ro, Southside on the map I put it down
I'm accurate with my aim, anytime I bu-buck them down
Brother don't mess around, give me a chance I won't let you down
But if you try to step on my toes, I'ma pull my water pistol and wet you down
It be a real deal, watch out lil daddy these Presidential boys real steel
Anybody draw they get too close, watch I better get a deal grill
For mill candy paint, catch me riding on a full tank
Every now and then, a yellow bone I spank
I'm about the real, I don't pull no pranks
Steady smoking lean, cause I'm third with a triple beam
Piece and a chain and a diamond ring, and a heavy stay flow up in my jeans
The definition of Southside Houston Texas, we drop the top
Ain't no way in hell it's ever gone stop, can't stop

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Go on and put me for a show, I want ten grand plus half the do'
No sub in the front just plain Z-Ro, not a substitute cause I ain't gone go
Nowhere life is hard but it's fair, living my life like I don't care
Look at my feelings when they get wet, they tend to stare
Don't make a sudden move, just may be a sudden death
These characters think they bulletproof
But evidently, capping must not of been blessed
So victory for me, another victim of the mighty Southside
Got everybody running back off in the house, and scared to come back outside
Radio stations recognize, getting my regular thoughts in time
Hate me off that corner, Z-Ro tired of feeling nickels and dimes
The definition of a hustler, Houston Texas, we bleed the block
Ain't no way in hell it's ever gone stop, can't stop

[Hook - 4x]

[Z-Ro]
They say he was flipping out till, losing control of his mind
Moving fast, in a world that ain't ready for the pace focussed on his grind
Who am I to test, Z-Ro I bet everybody in Ridgemont 4 know me
Feel what I say up under the evidence is still your homie
You must of forgot about the days until you be in 94
When it was 72 where partners sagging creases to find a hoe
Now they can't look me in the eyes, cause they might tell on theyself
About having something to do with trying to riddle my number one partner to death
You want to get even with me boy clear you can see me with a rap
But I'm about gangsta shit so bow before you see me with a strap
Cause I've been silent for so long, it's about time I broke the ice
Nobody want to box me why everybody want to pull a trigger to take a life
I'm down with crews cause everybody else is fake to me
Niggas with plex against me, they all cakes to me
And everybody want to be talking about they real and they got love
But motherfuckers don't love Z-Ro unless I got drink and I got bud so I got plex

(Chorus - 2x)
Who's next to plex you want to test
LyricsBetter have your life right in the bottle of your vest
Cause I'm also stressed, sometimes I wonder if I'm plexed
Thinking hit me will I have to put my homies to rest, plex

[Z-Ro]
Regular candy in river rain, we came to deliver pain
One hitter quitters and eagle talons up in your liver man
I came to bring the pain, all the way from the south to the west
Every one of my bullets are looking residence so they gone house in your chest
A nigga done been through so much shit the last five years of my living
Now a days the bitches are realer than homeboys so here's to my women
But then again I'm all alone I don't depend on a soul
Independently made a million then I took my benz on a stroll
Now everytime I come around my partners treat me like strangers
Never thought it would come to this I got to keep one in the chamber
What makes real niggas turn into hoes and make niggas go fraud
When it comes to me whether rapping them off to see this nigga go hard
Now everytime I come around my partners treat me like strangers
Never thought it would come to this I got to keep one in the chamber
What makes real niggas turn into hoes and make niggas go fraud
When it comes to me whether rapping the gangsta shit this nigga goes hard, plex

(Chorus - 4x)
Plex, time to have plex
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech

[Z-Ro]
Rolling by my motherfucking self you don't want to plex my friend
Fuck around with me and you might never breathe a breath again
Cause a nigga might shoot you in a place where it takes longer to die
And you know what they say no pain no gain
I guess you fin to gain your heavenly high
Marcus I see you when you shoved that pistol up in his nose
Pulling the trigger my nigga blood was dripping all out on his clothes
Do you think that I'm suppose to sit back and charge it to the game
That's why your baby mama house went up in flames you know my name
I wish I would of been strapped cause my partner would of still been alive
I would of ran up on your ass and I would of dumped and you would of died
Since a nigga can't change the past I'ma knock your ass up out of the future
I use to be down to dump side by side with you but you forced me to shoot you
Too many of these boys be bulletproof, that's why they like to compete
But run your badass over Ridgemont you be dead before you get to Ridgecrete
You think it's a game, but I've been working on a straight aim I'm ready to kill
If I can't get to myself when you want to get leid by set of bitch got skills

(Chorus - 2x)
Plex, time to have plex
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech
Cause I'm also stressed, sometimes I wonder if I'm blessed
Thinking deeply will I have to put my homies to rest

(Chorus - 4x)
Plex, time to have plex
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech

[Z-Ro]
Hey, why they hate me like I stole something
To make a nigga want to roll something
But I'm they closest partner, if I let them hold something
Good for nothing, but making me hate my peers
So let the world taste my tears
When they roll, they represent anger, paranoid with one in the chamber
To live the heads shots to my foes, and make them through with Dana
And when they splash it's a blood bath, and I trust no one
Ain't no more chunking up the deuce, when my thugs pass
Live my life in silentary vomet away from y'all
If I needed artillery could I even get the K from y'all
I'm all alone in the ways of the wicked, since I can't stand you hoes
Forever lonely when I kick it, in the lumino
With straps and shells, my life is murder and mail
The opposition see me coming, and they blast they self
This for my homies that don't know me, when I'm broke
Swear to God I hope you motherfuckers choke, when my gun smoke, hate

[Chorus - 2x]
LyricsThe H is for these hoe niggas that's all in my face
And the A is for the actions that these bitch niggas take
And the T is for the tommy gun that's bout to blast
And the E is for eternal cause I ever last

[Z-Ro]
I be feeling like Pac, because I wonder if they still down
Facing homicide from haters, but my homies didn't even spill rounds
Fuck y'all, I hate you motherfuckers to death
Remember times, when I stopped niggas from clutching your chest
I live in bulletproof vests, but it seems
The only time I got family, is when a nigga dream
So fuck sleep, I'm on a 24 hour grind
Look at your darling son, now mama I'm out of my mind
I don't know how to be happy and I can't smile, and fuck a bitch
Cause she be plotting on how to get you, when y'all walking down the isle
The same motherfuckers that you care for, look how they do you
They don't love you pick up your pistol, and therefor
Represent yourself with the plastic, cause me myself
Want to put all of you motherfuckers in caskets
Fuck love, unless it's coming from the heaven up above
My hatred being written in blood, hate

[Chorus - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
There ain't no telling if a nigga make it, I might be stuck in the slums
A walking target steady ducking the gun
But even me and you can keep your wife, there'll be no hostages
Just give me what I'm looking for, and keep your life
I'm military minded, you can ask Klondike Kat
Even if they bomb first, Z-Ro is bout to bomb right back
I give a fuck about your life now, slugs hitting your windpipe now
Guess you could say I'm living shife now
All about my fetty, till I bubble like some champagne
Z-Ro the Crooked, the most valuable player up in this rap game
So back back, back back, be sure to give me more than fifty
Automatic rounds, down to pass that
Murder my foes, then I murder my friends
Because they turned on a nigga, when I ain't have no ends, hate
Murder my foes, then I murder my friends
Because they turned on a nigga, when a nigga wasn't chopping a Benz, hate

[Chorus - 4x]

[Hook]
Southside, we bomb first, when we ride
Swanging on elbows chopping on choppers that's right
Cause we real, on a mission to get it can't stop
Going platinum, everytime another tape drop

[Z-Ro]
It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked, busting heads strictly for cash
Taking out contracts on hatas, with my beam and a mask
You can run you can hide, but it ain't no escaping
I'm a trend setter with a beretta, for real it ain't no faking
I done showed up and I poured up then, I blowed up like yeast
Diamonds slugs up on my teeth, hollerin' violence fuck the peace
Got a slug for these hatas, that's approaching me wrong
Then I mash off in first class there ain't no coach in my zone
Hydro weed to the dome, put up a rag to the chrome
I'm kinda quick to click so get gone, or catch one to the dome
Mo City Texas that's my home, but I can roam all over
So much ghetto love, these cats gone get me full up I'm sober
Real recognize real, and the fake gone fade away
LyricsUse to selling drugs to get that pay but God done mad a way
For me to stack my ends, my paper, my moola, my feddy
And caught this world by surprise, I knew you hoes wasn't ready

[Hook - 2x]

[Den Den]
We be crooked than a bitch, catch me dead in the mix
Shoot some dice start a fight, or scrambling for a lick
Chasing my cheddar riding much wetter, we finally made it
Breaking bread with the real ones, now the fake ones hate it
I be bombing like a plane, engulfed by Mary Jane
Hogging a lane like Deebo, bo'guard like Brother Man
Gripping the grain, leaving a stain on the pavement and the mind
Our bitches in brail, so the block can read my rhymes
Aniline all my hoes, till they knees on my foes
Better prepare for the two piece, that's fin to touch your nose
I'm boring no man, riding red, chopping fans
Sliding through Mo Town, distributing contraband
Slipping and sliding like a snake, stacking my feddy like a bank
Moving slow like a tortoise, cause I'm tipsy from the drink
Hitting the dank and I pass it, roll on glass and a casket
So much god damn money in the South, it's drastic

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Rolling over the competition, on a mission for the crown
Ain't no obstacle gonna stop me, cause I'm knocking them all down
Till I make it to the T-O-P, King of the Ghetto is who Ro be
You better just back up or get smacked up, you fellas really don't know me
A total stranger, man filled with anger
Since busters always tripping, always keep one in the hole
One deep is how I roll, just me and the calico
Trying to beef with Z-Ro, you gotta go, you gotta go
Mash the pedal to the floor, let the tommy gun go
I ain't never had no love for a mark, is how it go
Fortune and fame about to grow, 20 thousand for a show
And it ain't no more regular weed, ain't nothing but do-do and that dro
Ridgemont 4 is what I claim, blue and red but we don't bang
I wear my color you wear your color, because it's all about that change
I remain to stay the same, trunk full of bang screens rain
I'm still a Ridgemont hardhead, leaning in niggas brain

[Hook - 2x]

(*talking*)
Hoe ass nigga, feel that there, Southside
S.U.C., Southsive for live, ain't no hate to the other side
Nigga we all shout for the third coast, feel that
Z-Ro the Crooked nigga, Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don
And it go down, and it don't stop cause it can't stop
So therefor it won't stop, blades we gone chop
When the laws hit the block, fences we gone hop
Hitt the stash spot out for the glock
Fuck the crooked cops, 2kAce in your motherfucking face
Z-Ro, feel that (feel that)

[Chorus: Reesa & Z-Ro]
Up all night, up all day
Up all night up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

[Z-Ro]
I had to keep from going under, like Stevie I Wonder
Thinking hard, running out of places to lay my head got me drinking hard liquor
Still a go killer, should I rely on my skills
In the mist of poverty it must be the straight up get to an ending peal off
Recognizing the drama offense of living in my life
Got to go get it and come back with it until it's prison in my life
Born struggling, a nigga acheived his bubbling
The fact that I can't get no job can't do nothing but rub it in
20 years old, I was screaming I would reach 25
Now 24 and still no dough I started struggle and strive
I was a Bridgemont hardhead, yellow and purple repper
And never let another nigga check us, nigga that was low yet
Use to live with Z-Ro all in your deck
But back in 1995 I would of been all in your chest
LyricsWith a pistol grip punk giving up for you gone die tonight
Since I'm going through the bitch that more for the night, come off the ice

[Chorus - 4x]
Up all night day, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

[Z-Ro]
Back in the doghouse, the love I give nigga my cellmate said
You reach your freedom when you die but if you rapping single bread
Already knowing I'm throwed when my pen is pimping
Having visions of me in a V-12 motor corners my benz bending
Straight down to the T I'd have a ?
I promise I'll do it right this time wait till the g get free
If I could make the jail house all of that Mo-Town live
When I ain't T.W. to the free the rap game is mine soon as I get signed off
Lock, a thug nigga fresh out the jail house
Still addicted to hustling attempted to pull my steel out
Show me the money, I'm gone show what you need
Half a ticket and a half-a-gallon and a quarter ounce of weed
I'm your mama I'm your daddy I'm that nigga in the alley
That when I go straight, but the prices be so cheap in the valley
I had to keep my mind right and keep my rhymes tight
Praying to god I wouldn't lose my freedom or my life before the limelight

[Chorus - 4x]

[Z-Ro]
Motherfucking all night, I put the heat to the dro, pass the lighter
Hitting stage till my vision gets brighter
Remember poverty, it ain't a part of the plan
Cause while I'm on the corner hustling with work in my hand
Like a super star selling rocks, because the stage becomes a block
But my plot is put my trust up in my glock
Z-Ro the ghetto rap versus the world but could I lose
But even though I'm still paying dues, I'm still the last man standing
With a mad cannon ready to bust
Look how I did after I left that nigga dead in the dust
Cause I'ma ride when it's time to ride strictly for cash
I'm doing bad so I'm leaning on a beam and a mask
A Mo-City nigga, we don't know how to show pity nigga
Sold up your block and take over your whole city nigga
Me and Skinny Garaw, we at your front door
Aggravated cause it's tough on the pole

[Chorus - 4x]

(Reesa vocalizing)

(Chorus - 2x)
How does it feel, when you can't make the pain stop
Walking in the rain so your tears can blend in with the rain drops
When your kin people done turned they back
Every family that I know is just like that, my nigga how does it feel

[Z-Ro]
How does it feel, when they don't believe anything you say
Always, got to show and prove yourself every single day
Man this ain't living, nothing but drama all through the week
And if they don't respect my words, why they want me to speak
I'm feeling worse, even though I put my family first
I'm shedding tears cause I feel as if I'm headed to the dirt
Ghetto on me, stressed out, mama buried ain't dead
Ain't got no partners cause my partners put a price on my head
Have you ever told a lie to make the drama stop
Watch the world you love turn against you no more family problems
How does it feel to be the black sheep, how does it feel to
Victimized yourself for one time and evermore after the g
And roses on the dresser bad, liquor approaching fast
LyricsSitting around, waiting on death to come, watching time pass
My life, my life, falls under the wicked and shife
I wonder where I got to sleep tonight, nigga tell me how does it feel

(Chorus - 2x)

[Z-Ro]
I could of sworn I wasn't the only person on this earth
But it seems, that I've been one deep ever since the day of my birth
I'm sick and tired of being lonely in this crooked land, people think
I'm tripping cause of my facial expressions but they don't understand
24 years old and use to frowning daily, trying to figure out
Who was the friend, and who was the foe, you know it's bout to drive me crazy
Mama, tell Jesus I can't handle the pressure, look at
The way they do me down here, my vision is Z-Ro on the stretcher
Can't I breed in peace, won't y'all leave me alone
Like Makavelli I close my eyes and picture home
Bout a Mo City block, a place that ain't no glocks, and it ain't no sin
No longer watching my back for the retaliation
How does it feel to wish that you was dead, I can
Answer that cause many of nights my pistol's to my head
But I'm so scared, my life, my life, 360 degrees
Of being neglected stressing enemies nigga tell me how does it feel

(Chorus - 2x)

[Big Rodsta]
How does it feel, to be broke in this rap game
You have skills and fame, but no car in your name
With dreams for shiny things can you still hang
But the T lady's house got cracks in the window pain
How does it feel to have that shit under your seat now
You must start with your face on these c.d.s now
What's the deal now, what it do on them zones now
Got them feds at your door so when you go now
How does it feel to have these seeds that you can't feed
And these blocks full of rookies that you can't bleed
20/20 vision clear day, but you can't see
That you can't be the broke nigga haters wanna see
How does it feel to be brave full of street game
Rap game, dope game, damn near the same thang
How to maintain, I don't know rings don't bling
Big Rod looking at the window birds don't sing, how does it feel

(Chorus - 2x)

(outro)
How does it feel, how does it feel
My nigga how does it feel
My nigga how does it feel

(*talking*)
Ha ha, 2000 and 1
Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don
Getting off my chest, know I'm saying
Cut these all the way off people, feel me
Yeah, this how it go, fa sho

[Z-Ro]
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo'
I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro
Never been a hoe, never been a broad
Every night 'fore I go to sleep, I gotta talk to God
One time, gotta keep it real
Got gold and diamonds in my grill
I'm for real, doing it like a song
Bleeding on the boulevard, all day long
Gots to get paid, in this damn rap game
Gotta get my feddy, gotta get my change
Me and my partna P-Roy, doing it every day in the struggle
Hold up my nigga, one day we gon bubble
LyricsNigga we'll shine, we gon put it down
I'ma pimp my motherfucking pen, one time
Hold up, nothing but syrup in my cup
Riding on tre buck, and I don't give a fuck
About the law, nigga fuck the FED
I'm up in the game, just to stack a big head
Family getting fed, me and my wife wed
I'ma come down, I'm a Southiside vet

[Hook: Bettye Sterling]
Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine
And let it all swing out, I ride with Southside
Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine
And let it all swing out, I ride for Southside

[Z-Ro]
Like a drama bull, plus I got pull
When you see me on the damn scene, you know I'm fool
Popping handle bars, popping a X
I don't give a fuck, it's feeling warm in my chest
And I hope that God bless me, to get a platinum plack
Ain't no turning back, once I get the stack
Once I ain't cutting no slack, up in the game
Said it one time, now everybody know my name
Hollin' Ro, do another show
Wanted me to swang down, on another 4
Charge twenty grand, for a show
Plus, I want half of the do'
In this rap game, to get all the do'
I'ma come down, I got my shine on glow
Hollin' at the Big Steve, Mafio
R.I.P., to the Fat Pat though

[Hook: Bettye Sterling]

[Z-Ro]
Hold up, cause we balling
See us coming down looking good, and we crawling
Ain't falling, I ain't stalling
Coming down outta town, birds I'm hauling
To get paid, nigga I got my family on my mind
I'ma put it down, that's why I'ma shine
All in they face, like a motherfucking moon
A star, a sun and my uzi weigh a ton
Sitting in the microphone booth, going off
Working with the hard, working with the soft
In the motherfucking game, stacking my change
I'm in the motherfucking zone mayn
On my motherfucking block, it go down
I'm the thoedest and the coldest, nigga there is in H-Town
Know I'm saying, I ain't playing, steady spraying

[Hook: Bettye Sterling - 3x]

Z-Ro, Z-Ro...

[Z-Ro]
24 up in this game, and I don't own a damn thang
Just a bunch of bags receiving blows, trying to maintain
Dealing with insanity, probably dumping demanding me
Started out at a slow pace, now I'm losing it rapidly
Trying to keep my faith in God, but my spirit is scarred
I wanna do it but if I do it, I won't wake up to the Lord
I'm living hard, ain't nobody giving me no handouts
Since I'm one deep I get all the attention, therefor I stand out
Now everybody know, I don't socialize keeping
To myself, cause partnas might be bad to my health
Coming around, when I got a few ends when a nigga broke
They chunk the deuce, that's what they grooving
Mr. Z-Ro staying home alone, kicking it with my plastic or chrome
Until I find peace, I continue to roam
I just wanna be left alone, let me make it 'fore I snap this is my sermon
I'm a preacher, bitch this is deeper than rap

Lyrics[Hook: Jennifer Taylor]
Sinning tripping, on this ghetto life
No one understands the life of the fast
Ain't no sense in, trying to close my eyes
Cause out this ghetto, I know that I must rise

[Z-Ro]
Let me clear throat, so I can tell you about this life of sin
I hope that you can cope, we killing eachother to make some divid-ends
I don't wanna sound crazy, but I'll make you push up daisies
You better give it up give it up, give it to me
Let me clear throat, even though I don't want to I'm hustling all night long
I had to learn the ropes, I got nickels and dimes
And 20's and halves, and even whole zones
I won't sell to no undercover, I'm gonna let my mack 10 stutter
You better give it up give it up, I gotta stay free

[Hook: Jennifer Taylor]

[Z-Ro]
I done lost all of my old school fools, to the bullet
Trigga happy motherfuckers, catch a beatdown grip the trigger and pull it
Staying high, elevated above the stress
Hoping God blessed a familiar face, might slug my vest
And ever since the days, of a little child
Sported a frown, like it was going out of style
Adolescence to juvenile, to a grown man
Innocent Christian, till I woke up with the blood on my on hand
God please forgive me for sinning, I'm on a mission
Gotta do something about it, fuck bitching with a vivid vision of prison
I'm paranoid, walking through the graveyard
On my knees screaming, release me from the demon
Mighty savior, the pain is major I've been hurting so long
I'd rather be wet when I'm depressed, cause I don't even know what's wrong
I just wanna be left alone, let me make it 'fore I snap this is my sermon
I'm a preacher, bitch it's deeper than rap

[Hook: Jennifer Taylor - 2x]

(Jennifer Taylor)
Sinning tripping, sinning tripping
Z-Ro, Z-Ro - 2x
Sinning tripping, sinning tripping
Yeeeeeah
Cause out this ghetto, I know that I must rise
No one understands the life of the fast
Z-Ro, Z-Ro, Z-Ro

(talking)
Southsive for live, aka Southside for life
Z-Ro, K.T., recognize my motherfucking team

[Z-Ro]
Let me introduce myself, I'm Z-Ro the Crooked, Mo City block
The place that you don't want to go cause you'll get no pity block
With drug dealers when we need some paper
Get on the corner and we bleed till we fifty keep avoiding them haters
Cause they keep dropping salt in the game
Bumping they gums so they end up getting caught in the game, don't maintain
Handle my business on the low-low, hit a lick and go to Akapoko
Sipping on moet and smoking ball bat to that dro and doe-doe
Jesus let me ball till I fall in the grave, doing it my way
As a rich nigga and call it a day, I play with my K
Cause it ain't no people where I stay
Nothing but memories and blood stains of yesterday
How can I make it to heaven if I be chilling in hell
If they can make a million you can make a million as well
Until then, I'ma be making deals with the Jamaicans
LyricsS.U.C. to the finish until he call me in

(Chorus)
Recognize my team cause we got players that's gone represent
Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life
All I want is money chasing paper after dead presidents
Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life

[K.T.]
You bet it's me, K.T., new S-U-S-P-E-C-T
Living better and cutting and trying to stack my currencies
Stay alive, survive, the lord knows my soul purified
And make a way for my family although I know they tried
I'm doing bad, wishing for things that I never had
It's my dad, drops and blue over gray rag
Until I make a million or more, I'ma smoke and lean
And stack my green, until a player hit the floor
Waking up calling shots, beam glocks, and doing shows
Getting lifted on flows, six hundred, and hydro
K.T. and Z-Ro, on a smash for cream
Searching for dead politicians if y'all know what I mean
A murdering team, spit my guillotine at you busters
On the grind getting mine with the watch full of bezzels
M-O-B I would of team until my time is foul
Stack my paper, scream Presidential smoke weed and get high

(Chorus)
Recognize my team cause we got players that's gone represent
Presidential Player for life, I'm a Presidential Player for life
All I want is money chasing paper after dead presidents
Presidential Player for life, I'm a Presidential Player for life

[Z-Ro]
Ain't shit changed, my life is still about drugs and slugs
You could keep your lights on, you've got to get your fight on, and mean mug
Early birds get the worm, but motherfuckers tend to shortstop
The Ro I aim my pistol played a deadly burn
Z-Ro the Crooked and my routine will never change
Hust-l-ing and bust-l-ing to keep my fingers on some pocket change
Got to go stay the same until, I die nigga
When I make the tactics of a Mo City then stay high nigga
We bleed blocks from seven to seven to seven again
Holding scratch, peeping packs, slowed then and three for tens
I got what you need, living in this gutter daily
Even though I bleed the block it's like I can't eat because this life pay me
Ducking the police when they be sliding by
And I swang low on a sweet chariot as I'm riding high
I'm paranoid everytime you see me, cause I be smoking niggas
Regular and it's fucking with my conscience so I bust freely
Wake up in the morning and I caught my tip
And get ready for another day of this gangsta shit

(talking)
Y'all know nigga, every motherfucking day
You got to get that pay, it's the only way

(Chorus - 2x)
Recognize my team cause we got players that's gone represent
Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life
All I want is money chasing paper after dead presidents
Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life

[Z-Ro]
I'ma maintain, all about fortune, not the fame
Feddy, cold cash and a diamond ring, it's all about feddy when I rap sing
I'm sick of this struggling all damn day
never see the sun cause skies stay gray
This for the little kids that can't go play
Cause everybody outside playing with an AK
Come around my niggas you bust you fuck around get lost
Better not set trip, fuck around get tossed
I be a fool with that break them off
Lay it down little daddy straight take them off
Yeah I'm living a sin when against the grain
You don't know Z-Ro you don't know my pain
Tears be coming on down like rain
It's a full time job, trying to maintain
Want to stay right but right be broke, a nigga can't eat with dreams and hopes
Steady be thinking of sell some dope, or trying to get paid from songs I wrote
In it to win it, don't plan to lose, got to be a real nigga fill my shoes
Got to pay the rent, got to pay the light bill
Got to pay the depend, deposit and pay dues
LyricsMe and that H-A-W-K, got to deal with stress when it come my way
But one of these days gone be out there
It's a bitch took a ball, ball and parlay
Until we make it we mash together
Ooint seven by the nine we blast together
South sive for live, S.U.C. for life, nigga we get cash forever

(Chorus - 2x)
Maintaining, hustling struggling but I got to survive
Keep maintaining, it's a burden up on my conscience just staying alive

[Hawk]
I'm a real hustler stacking funds, riding around with a loaded gun
Some of my niggas that's on the run, with all that weed up in your lungs
Get your paper, get your dough, buy it off the show room floor
Go about this process slow, and feel the pain of my nigga Z-Ro
Over money I lose sleep, sell work, fuck sheep
Spit heat on beats, to make my, ends meet
Press hard on tablet sheets, everything else is obsolete
Victim of these ghetto streets, you don't work, you don't eat
I strive to, gain fame, struggle to maintain
Stay away from no names and flip bricks of cocaine
This rap thang's been good to me, feeds my, family
Forever keep my sanity, and do this shit for P-A-T
Must keep a leather head, for all my partners let's make em spread
Me and my niggas we break bread, until the whole family's fed
You heard what, I said, in this, over bull
All that, I say, I speak, the truth

(Chorus - 2x)

[Z-Ro]
Looking at this little light of mine, never did glimmer, never did shine
Cause I resort to a life of crime, and I know I'm wrong, but I got to get mine
Got to feed my mouth and five more, I grind every day but I stay broke
Responsibility baby, taking a load off my little day
Steady be working her fingers to the bone, aching and tired when she come home
Bout to pull a stunt, last of the month
Ain't no more work, just riding on chrome
No rocks in my pocket the on my neck
One slip and I'm tripping one growing up thick
Give me a couple of zeros on a check
I might sweat, but never gone let up

(Chorus - 6x)

(talking)
I could feel it, ain't no more thinking bout
The sun gone shine

[Z-Ro]
Dj Screw, Fat Mafio, and Gator are gone
I want to be strong but lately the pain won't leave me alone
For myself, crawl down and get away from this drama
No understanding by my father can't even talk to my mama
Got the world on my shoulders and it's too heavy to hold
Thinking suicide, but that won't be too good for my soul
Started out as a christian but sinning took over my mind
Time after time just for show that I resort to the crime
Where my real niggas at, the ones I helped in the past
Now that I'm doing bad and I ain't got no cash to make me laugh
I done got you where I want but holler if I roll
They want to know how many big faces a Mo City don fold
Want to jack me when I'm through and do my niggas for life
It's deja vue for me to be face to face with triggers tonight
I know your bad movs are swift really soon I'll be gone
LyricsNow try to cover up together just want some love before I'm gone
Still thinking of best free, no better person on the planet
Steady be driving away people I love and I can't understand it
God damn it how can I love without loving myself
Having visions of me pulling the trigger slugging myself
I done went from rags to riches, riches to rags now I'm stuck
Plus my boo is acting nautios because I'm bout to truck
And I ain't did nothing, when I grab something and start dumping
Ain't got no time for pussy just pimping a pen and bumping
On the hottest block, making sure the bills stay paid
Pick it up and drop it now flossing until I'm down in the grave
When it happen let it happen cause I won't bust back
Retaliation from busters trying to get they nuts back
I take it like a man, knowing I gave this life my all
No more hooks, no more verses this is my final curtain call

(Chorus: Bettye Sterling)
After the rain, after the rain
I still feel the pain, feel the pain
My final curtain call, asking y'all
Let me pray for my dogs, all of y'all

[Pup]
Living a thug life in blood it's like hell at home
So many cops around my hood it's like jail at home
But still I roam, on the block, with a pocket full of sweets
So much sales, so much smoke I got to get lifted out my feet
Cause if I wasn't some of y'all niggas would be dead round here
And pull par, we give you hot lead round here
And niggas scared round here, cause I'm a natural born killer
Ridgemont gorilla give you more chills than thrillers
I'm bone hard, you better open up your chest at will
The only investment that I receive was a talented deal
This life is real, and it ain't having no mercy man
So you still struggle seem like a nigga be thirsty for pain
I'm going insane, but to maintain it's really the key
But it's hard to do that when these hoe niggas is pressuring me
It ain't no lecture in me, I'm gone remain a g
This for weed, come to port that's for P-U-P cause I'm a

(Chorus - 2x)