Альбом Z-Ro

[Z-Ro]
Uhhhh oh, y'all motherfuckers done fucked up now
Man Z-Ro the crooked the mothafuckin Moe-city don
Yeah nigga I done hooked up with Rap-A-Lot
Knahimsayin I know y'all don't like that
but fuck y'all though feel me

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
From mansions, to Hummers, resently I want it all
like every other nigga that's twenty-six I wanna ball
that's why I get off my rump and I go and get it(go and get it)
so when my pockets lookin' low it's time to pay the suburbs
but this it I can't see my self at the bottom of the food chain
when a nigga hungry, and broke I go thru some mood swings
lay it down motherfucker I got kids to feed
I was on the block when it moved slow, all Z-Ro needed was speed
do I suffer from greed? I gotta get some cash quick
cause I look back on my life a nigga ain't never had shit
50-packin get me thru the night, want get me but my profit
I gotta room but shit y'all them J's done kept on chopping
Lyrics(??)on some big O's, keepin fiends lit (??)like pillows
I eat on the block, and sleep on the block, then I retreat on my block
goin out of town for birds about the piece on my block

[Chorus]
Caught up in the game of chasing dough
I'm not mama's little boy no mo'
so next time you see me in public I'm on my grind
starving I'm just tryna get fed
so I gotta get up and go get this bread
and I'm about to be a million, about to lose my mind

[Z-Ro]
Catch me if you can is my vision of me screamin'
so I chase e'm like the law until my jewelry is gleamin(*brake*)
(*scratches into next song on the album*)

[Z-Ro]
I'm a Ridgemont soldier, state of Texas stunner
King of the ghetto, even when I was a new comer
24 hours a day, I be sending fellas under
If they people want revenge, I never worry or wonder
When my motherfucking beef coming
Nigga this Rap-A-Lot mafia, head-n-chief coming
Everybody claiming they got guerillas in they click, why they be lying
When automatics start bucking, they turn them monkeys on the vine
Trying to get away, from the drama
But my barrel be spinning, like a set of Yokohama
I gotta blame it on my messed up childhood, this how I turned out
Hotter than first degree burns, unable to burn out

[Hook - 2x]
Z-Ro, I think you fellas know my name mayn
Z-Ro, making these haters mad that's my thang mayn
Z-Ro, I'm real and I ain't gon never change mayn
Z-Ro, me and a piece of platinum that's the same thang

Lyrics[Z-Ro]
We ain't riding on no horses, round here
We get it how we live, that's why it go down round here
We going through thangs, plenty plenty pain round here
I cheering a smoke ass, we don't play games round here
Everybody living wild, nobody tame round here
On they click em juice, with evil in they brain round here
Since the turn of the century, it ain't been the same round here
Must be a soldier or get voted, just to claim round here
Some people, say we a fashion show
Don't let the Screw tapes fool you, cause we be blasting hoe
This is what it sounds like, when we ride on our enemies
Houston Texas, we pulling negative energy

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Be all up in my face, when I be sanging that song
But when haters be up in my face, I be swanging that dome
Because patience is a virtue, that I don't have
And you a fool, if you thinking that I won't jab
I hate the world, is the kind of attitude I got
But I could justify reasons, for any dude I shot
So I never be watching my back, Jehovah do it for me
I'm not a criminal, just trying to keep t-bone in my tummy
I'm as good, as the best of them
Or as bad, as the worst
Lil' fella you can find out, don't make me have to pull my iron out
I do my dirt but I hide it, like a bottle of Zydine

[Hook - 2x]

[Hook]
These niggaz, must of forgot
That I will squeeze triggas, thinking you gon play me
Nigga please nigga, get put in a G-R-A-V-E nigga
At ease nigga, you don't wanna be my enemy nigga
When I'm sipping drank, and smoking trees nigga
Fuck around and be a memory, nigga

[Z-Ro]
Boo, guess who sneaking up from the rear
You niggaz hearts be pumping fear, but they don't pump none here
I never knew how to be scared, just how to handle my infrared
I love nothing, ain't my barber ride up fuck you in my head
This how I feel about, all of y'all
Disrespect me if you want, and all of y'all will fall
I use to be 165 in a city, where the skinny niggaz die
But now, I'm 220 with a 45
And I be set tripping, ready to wet niggaz and wet women
I stand alone me and my chrome, Southside representing
Don't need no motherfucking body, behind me
LyricsSo when the law come looking for me, can't nobody find me
Mo' murder, bite em all like gasoline in my gat
So you get slid, like you got some vaseline on your back
This is an anybody killer, I ain't prejudice at all
Ever since my nigga set me up, to kick it with them laws

[Hook]

[Scarface]
Bouts to put the smash on niggaz
Put the gas on, and put the match on niggaz, y'all must of forgot
How quick we flash on niggaz, blast on niggaz
Your ass gone nigga, you done fucked with the Lot
I gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed
You took your shit nigga, lay in your bed
Who'd ever thought this nigga, that was sat down at our table and fed
Would turn on the streets, and roll with the FED's
I loved this nigga, now I roll around
With a mask and a strap, and a grudge for this nigga
Fucking with me, just adds the fuel to the fire
And I'm about to snap that wire
And go off, and empty out the whole clip in you
Denting your dinner, with bullet holes in your wind-a
I ain't fucking around, J give the word and we busting the clown
If you can narrow it down, we touching the ground

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
It make me wanna holla
Throw up both my hands, cause a nigga can't understand
Why these snitch niggaz and bitch niggaz, be P-A Spanish
Straight up strong enough for a man, but just too weak to take the challenge
And each way with display, they got no backbone
Looking like jellyfish to me, about to get they back blown
Out of proportion, kicking they doors in trying to find em
But I'm above em and behind em, killing em slow with perfect timing
Bitch I always know where you at, your baby mama's
On your block, it really don't matter cause Ro and 'Face gon bring his hat
Please push my button, for me
So exit wounds can be all in your tummy, from my tommy
Mini 1-4 is what I ride with, cause thugs and murderers I reside with
Beef with and beef with, murder them or get high with
It really don't matter, it just depend on the situation for me
Like I don't get down and dirty, I can't believe nigga

[Hook]

[Hook - 2x]
This is my wooooooorld
Z-Ro, king of the ghettoooooo

[Z-Ro]
Once upon a time, not long ago
There was a hustling motherfucker, with a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right side, and one in his back
I-10 again and again, from running that crack
Girlfriend kept complaining, cause he never at home
So he told her deal with it bitch, or get the fuck on
It was money over bitches, on his mind
Plus all of his partnas, thought that he would never shine
The number be 15 and 5, up in the kitchen
He could do it straight up, or he could do it with a whipping
But then came a drought, and then he put his first album out
Decided to do it full time, cause record stores kept selling out
Still in the game, cocaine on top of the brain
LyricsFrom the studio to the streets, Z-Ro is everything

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
King of the ghetto, I'm sitting on my throne
Got a red light, sitting on my chrome
Ridgemont Texas, representing
With a taper fade, sitting on my dome
I mash niggaz, and I trash niggaz
When it come down, to the cash nigga
Beat that ass, in a flash nigga
Pistol play, and I'ma blast nigga
Gangstafied, from Goderhead
All day long, I chase my bread
But on the low, I don't fuck with FED's
Cause a snitch nigga, get dressed in red
Shut up bitch, she look so lie
But they don't know, she'll take your life
Not giving a fuck, or get fucked up
And end up dead, with your dick in the sky
Go my way, we gon have fun
Instead of happiness, we have done
About our business, corrupting our kidneys
All that codeine, weed and drugs
I'm leaning over, but still a soldier
Pimp my pen, like I'm suppose to
Nothing but the finest, light green doja
Got it from C-Note, from the Clover
Animal thug, I thug for life
So I ain't going, to the club tonight
Block is bleeding, I'm here for the eating
And supervising, my funds tonight
I scuffle and hustle, on my grind
No matter the weather, no matter the time
Roll out the red carpet for Z-Ro, this world is mine

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Who that bumping, who that beefing
Hope you brought something, to put your chief in
Interrupting me, while I'm reefer chiefing
I'm a gangsta, not Erkle Steven
Cause I don't laugh, and I don't play
And no, is something that I don't say
I don't give a motherfuck, about your day
Hoe, get the fuck out of my way
I'm lean as fuck, and don't like nobody
My style of rap, is I'm like nobody
I let off fo' shots, and hit fo' bodies
OG with it, like Amas Rodney
Still in the game, as a MVP
Dealing with haters, that envy me
Fuck fabricated, and commercializing
I'ma bring my block, to MTV
Show love, and do all I can
For all my people, and all my fans
But motherfuckers, be hating me
For the life of me, I can't understand
Cause I'm cool as hell, till a hater get bold
Step out of line, fuck around get stoled
I must be, their motherfucking issue
Cause all these niggaz, getting drove
Up a lot, like a Volkswagon
I get a commission, for toe tagging
A slim killa, with a wide body
Polo top, and Polo sagging
I live my life, like I don't care
But every night, I be deep in prayer
Then I get off, my knees
And hustle, straight like that there

[Hook - 2x]

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(*talking*)
Shit this your boy Z-Ro
Fucking with Mike Dean, at www.thesenuts.net
We ain't gon sweat

[Hook - 2x]
I hate you bitch, I hate you bitch
I hate you bitch, I never thought I'd say

[Z-Ro]
Too many years, I done paid the price
Why you gotta put all this, drama in my life
And day after day, I'm on the grind for you
Living lavish drape you in karats, what I'm trying to do
But Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm, just a man
Trying to do all I can, but you act like you can't understand
Well I done sacrificed, and I done swallowed my pride
On the wrong road, trying to follow my pride
I was daddy for a while, though I've got no seed
But the kids, are my H-E-A-R-T
LyricsI've been dealing with a lot, so I've been losing my mind
Straight up acting before I think, barely using my mind
My freedom is on the line, and my sanity's gone
You picked a fine time to leave me, now this house ain't a home
I had no problem being faithful, I loved you so much I hate you
Because you left me, when I needed you the most
So now a bitch, is how I rate you
My female friends, making you wonder
Guilt got you feeling suspicious, from when you was creeping on me
On the under, but even still I held my head
Five kids and I fed em all, with moldy bread and spreads
Them was my motherfuckers, treated em like sisters and brothers
But somehow I fell out of place, fucking with they punk ass mother
I apologize, I wish I can turn back the hands of time
Wishing we could pillow fight, just one more time
But Ms. Ronda, wanna put them laws in my life
Although I'm happy, I never pictured you not at all in my life
Solo that's how I kick it, the rest of my days
But I wanna thank you for making possible, some of the best of my days
I've dried my eyes, now and all they can see is the greed
You can have that jury, broke ass motherfuckers the seventh scene

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Too many years, I done paid the price
Why you gotta put all this, drama in my life
And day after day, I'm on the grind for you
Living lavish drape you in karats, what I'm trying to do
But Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm, just a man
Trying to do all I can, but you act like you can't understand
Well I done sacrificed, and I done swallowed my pride
On the wrong road, trying to follow my pride
I was daddy for a while, though I've got no seed
But the kids, are my H-E-A-R-T
I've been dealing with a lot, so I've been losing my mind
Straight up acting before I think, barely using my mind
My freedom is on the line, and my sanity's gone

[Hook - 2x]

[Hook]
Hey there little mama
Why don't you come and take a ride with me
Around the tooooo-own
On the low, we could be going dooo-own baby
Hey there little mama
Why don't you come and take a ride with me
We could smoke us a poooo-ound
Hit the Telly, and can and gon cloooo-own baby

[Z-Ro]
Well uh excuse me miss, I don't wanna take up your time
And this ain't none of that kitty game, with the same old pick up line
I'ma get straight to the point, you are as lovely as a rose
Though I'm not into one night stands, I'm eager to see you out your clothes
Please don't take it the wrong way, I'm just spectating
But I won't lie, and say I'm not thinking about sex making
It was on my mind real strong, but I don't wanna rush
We can remain friends, for a real long time
By then I'd know, if I've been dealing with a strong mind
LyricsEither business brain, the drugged up and gone mind
But that's irrelevant, I'm speaking for the present baby
Tell your girls you gon holla, jump in my Intrepid baby
Unless they wanna come, and kick it with my homies
If not, me and you could kick it and leave em all lonely
I got a lot of women on my phone, trying to lay with me
But just for tonight, I want yourself to come and stay with me

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
Papa was a rolling stone, and he still rolling
I guess that's why, I leave a lot of pussy holes swollen
I must of got it from my dad, this macking in me
Plus all the ladies, love this big dick I'm packing with me
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a hit and run, anytime
You make time for me, then you can come and sit and give me some
Trying to handcuff me, you moving too quick
Not trying to be seen in public with you, at the movies and shit
Chances are you got a man, he gon be mad if he see you
So let's keep our thing undercover, so nobody know what we do
Long as we do it like that, we can do it long
Make it a while since we did it last, so we do it strong
It's in my blood, to be as straight up as I can be
And straight up I can see you in my jacuzzi, chilling with me
Though I got a lot of women on my phone, trying to lay with me
Just for tonight, I want yourself to come and stay with me

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
I feel my cell phone vibrate, I wonder who could it be
Another bad ass yellow bone, talking dirty to me
She say she ready for me, to come and make my round
Telling me how she gon do me, I'm ready to break right now
As soon as I got in my ride, 'fore I made it out the driveway
The twins hit my celly, said that they were coming my way
Double the pleasure double the fun, I can't miss that
A menage with the Asian persuasion, I had to hit that
Making money all day long, is what I love
But I'm trying to give up a minute or two, so you can fuck a thug
And I won't waste your time, not a minute man
Laying pipe with long jevity, always I'll be in it man
And once I reach my conclusion, that ain't the end
I'm just giving you a breather, baby go on and catch a wind
Maybe that's the reason, all these women wanna lay with me
I'll show you if you want me to, just spend the night and play with me

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
Lately I've been going through more bullshit, than a bull fighter
So when I say my praises to God, one verse is like a full choir
My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death
Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death
I think I'm ready, because this world ain't no friend of mine
Only thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time
Y'all should of shot me, in the jimmy instead
But I guess they was feeling eachother, to get head in the bed
Here I am, first born torn between heaven and hell
I tell my people so no to dope, but I let it sell
Need to practice my preaching, calling the kettle black
I know I'm on pot before or not, I gotta peddle crack
Ain't nobody got my back, except the laws when they on it
So I be going for broke, demolishing my opponents
Leaving no traces just blood on faces, believe that
HK I'ma squeeze that, you won't even want be back

[Hook]
I got through so much, so I try to stay fucked up
LyricsBecause, when I'm sober I can't maintain
Even though I do my best, the only thing I earn is stress
So I, spend most of my days chilling with Mary Jane

[Z-Ro]
I can't focus, I'm losing my mind real fast
Dreaming and fiending for the day, I could make some real cash
Dropping album after album, platinum song after song
But it's like I ain't did nothing, cause the lights ain't on
How can I win, it's like everything I do is a motherfucking sin
It got a nigga, fiending to see my end
All of my friends are fake, they come around when I'm spending cash
But when I'm broke they out the do', with wheels spinning fast
Lonely, daily dodging the devil but he on me
Telling my people fuck him, cause he be working through my homies
Burning bridges, and I don't give a fuck
Remember y'all laughing at me, when I couldn't get a buck
It's all gravy baby, I got bigger hurdles I'm trying to jump over my residence
And my vehicle, is something I dump over
And it might not be much, but it's all I got
So when I paint it, promethazyne is all I pop

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
I'm on pre-trial now, and I can't smoke no weed
Cause if I catch a dirty, I'm facing T-I-M-E
My first time ever sober, it's fucking with my brain
Got a nigga with an attitude, I can't maintain
If you cross me I'll bring it to you hard, not softly
Living like I'm invincible, one day it's gonna cost me
When it's time to pay up, and I lay up in a grave
Bury me with a fifty sack, and a motherfucking 12 gauge
Hey, no love in my heart
Cause my homies was phony, straight from the motherfucking start
Why couldn't I get a ride, if I ain't have no weed, these motherfuckers
Ain't my people, they gotta be strangers up a reverend breed
So I bless the streets, with my smith-n-wesson
And if you beefing with me nigga, better get your weapon
You better pray that I'm codeine, and I'm just tripping
But I won't let you add up to my problems, I will leave you tripping

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
Houston Texas is my city, Ridgemont 4 is my block
I put my trust in no man, only my motherfucking glock
Cause she ain't never let me down, before
Fuck a gang I follow my bitch, cause she be busting rounds for Ro
Unlike my homies, cause they phony than a motherfucker
Even my broad, cause she might be fucking some other brother
Lord knows, that I couldn't take it if I found out
Premeditated, cause I'm about to let them automatic rounds out
A prisoner of my own mind, losing it swiftly
Clicking on motherfuckers, until the reaper come and get me
Fuck a friend and a click, and a partner in crime
Cause when you doing your bid, they won't be partners in time
I bet they be the main reason, why you locked up in a county
That's why I strive, to keep all the busta bitches from round me
So take it how you wanna take it, i don't give a damn
I'm an asshole by nature, nigga this is who I am

[Hook - 2x]
I know they told y'all, deep down South we don't play
LyricsDon't get too close, cause nigga I'm gon spray
Everyone of y'all, piss me off and you gon see me touch
Your noggin y'all, that's who I am nigga fuck you

[Z-Ro]
Don't worry my nigga, I'm coming to make your bail
Wait a second, how this buster know I'm going to jail
I seen the hatred in they faces, when the prince wanted to see me
When they thought I was leaving, they wanted to D-E-A-D me
Dropping salt on my name, saying I sold my soul
And these suppose to be my people, damn my people so cold
Why not be happy for a nigga, when he make a major move
Chill you playing with this game, but I've been paying major dues
I can't tell a motherfucker, how to fly a plane
If I ain't never been up in the cockpit, you feeling me mayn
I got a bunch of records sold, and y'all ain't sold shit
Your foreign's at a standstill, but my Houptie's on the road bitch
Beef with me nigga, and you can find out
How I murder niggas with my lyrics, I ain't gotta pull my iron out
Take it how you wanna take it, i don't give a damn
Fuck them niggas who say they down, one deep is who I am

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
I'ma follow the truth, and never follow lies
So I'ma ride on Watts, until his fat ass apologize
For saying what he said, about Screw
Look who your style is named after motherfucker, you number two
And you know what come before one, nigga this mouthpiece
Z-Ro and S.U.C., Southside super hero
Fucking with you pussies, cause it's time you be tampered with
When you see me look me in the eyes, and pull up your pamper bitch
My nigga named Tommy, say he's coming to get ya
His people gon be swinging, everyone of em'll hit ya
Holding on to my grudges, until my brain get a blister
I love drama so much, because my life is so rough
So when you see me out in public, don't you come at me wrong
Disrespect me if you ain't, hoe I'ma fuck up your dome
You can take it how you wanna take it, I don't give a damn
Street Military was my father, Z-Ro is who I am

[Hook - 2x]

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
My nigga Redd been assisting me with holdin my head
but I can't focuse cause so many niggaz in the street owe me some bread
and if you fuckin' with my mind lately, how could it be greed?
if all I want is just to touch whatevers mine baby
my forty-acres, and my new mansion, and my yacht
might take alittle time for me to see bigger living (??) or not
but I want stop until I'm touchin my figures, you better move(bitch)
cause I be bustin my nigga nobody knows all the trouble I been through
been so broke and embarrased couldn't afford a tooth brush fool
if it wasn't for my nigga Sherman Miller, me and great 'O
offered me food when I was hungry, plus a place to lay low
runnin up and down Houston slangin dimes and nickles
performing for my hood niggaz spittin rhymes and riddles
forever stayin on our grind because of the shine it give us
and fuck jail, we didn't care how much time they give us

[Chorus: Trae - repeat 2X]
Everyday it's like I can't maintain
but still I feel I'm in it for the same thing
Lyricsall I ever wanted is just to get my change
living strength is my only type of mind frame

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
It's in my blood, it's in my body, it's in my soul
gettin' paper been so important since I've been on my own
don't nobody love me in this cold world
fuck these bitches 'cause the hatred I got for my old girl
is a motherfucker I ain't tryna hear it, I ain't tryna know ya
unless you be a hustler tryna come up on some mo' bucks
I'm like a male-nun with a rail gun
I'm so focused on my mail son I need a bail bond
fuck you bitches, I love my riches go get it forward march
cannibal in these killing fields tired of hangin on this cross
witness the J.Prince runnin the south
Rap-A-Lot mafia like wide recievers cause we all be runnin our route
I'm goin long, it ain't no mercy for the weak better get strong
cause it be crucializing everything that be goin on try to maintain
cause if you don't they pop you, drop you, and leave you slain mayne
win it just to stay in the game (mayne)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
Association bring about stimulation that's what I witness
kickin it with the jealous got me beggin for forgiveness
this record label presidental think they live like me
think they could jump in this rap game and survive like me
they living fantasies nigga tryna hold onto my name
but they can't sell records without me that's a godamn shame
hoe nigga get ya roll up, everytime I flex you cats in check
cause you can't lift it with you're on muscle, weak bitch!
everytime I speak bitch niggaz steadily be plottin
on removing me from my throne to throw me in the fuckin prison
but it's all good I can take it cause I dish shit out
but me you've seen I'm havin things in my dreams I can't get it out
God blessed the child that can double his fetti
duckin and dodgin trouble cops and trouble times come get me
I'm tryna get a big ass piece so leave me alone
and live a life where I can leave both of my pistols at home

[Chorus] - repeat to end

[Z-Ro]
Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my family
And I ain't killed nobody, but still rough is how they handle me
I ride one deep, suspended license and all
My middle finger out the window, screaming fuck the law
I know what you protect and serve, not a god damn thang
But give a nigga five years, for lessing the crowd mayn
They got me feeling Devin, tell me why they do us that way
The got me searching for the doja, in a doobie ashtray
So I can cope with it, not trying to travel up and smoke with it
My kinfolk in the maximum security, for no bidness
Sick of I'm missing you, so here's what I'm fin to do
Bounty hunting for badges, fuck a ditch I'ma dig a few
The odds are against us, because we black
So keep your heat in a stash spot, and always be strapped

[Hook]
Mr. officer, crooked officer
LyricsMake a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
We been living hard, so it won't be soft for ya
Fiending to see your blood, until you cough it up
Mr. officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it, in America too long
All we wanna do is live our life, and be left alone

[Z-Ro]
Illegal search 45 minutes, what the fuck you looking for
I roll on 24's, so the Dopeman is what they get me for
And that's a shame, a nigga can't ride nice
Without getting harassed, and facing 25 to life
I wish I could make a citizen's arrest
Knock the busters in the hole, and blow the badges up off of they chest
Controlled substance on the ground, and it just had to be mine
Fucking with me about weed, and they look blacker than mine
Six months for getting caught up, with a soldier strap
They'll put the felonies on me, but keep your doja sack
That's why they proud to be, an American
What about my Negro people, look how they stare at them
With evil eyes, they hang a brother daily G
The Judicial system, is our modern day slavery
We ain't picking cotton no' mo' bitch, we picking off cops
Negro life in association, we issuing out glocks

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
I put my hands up too slow, and I got shot in the back
Thrown in the back of the paddy wagon, left to ride in the pack
What about my medical condition, it's some bullshit
We don't give a damn if you die, one less nigger to deal with
Ask me why, I don't give a fuck about the police
Cause all they offer is the penitentiary, with no peace
They planting dope on niggaz, just to get a commission
And if we don't cooperate, it'll be a longer stay in prison
Everytime I had a flat, they'd just pass me by
And if I was laying on the ground, they'd never ask me why
But when I'm looking great, and rolling in something they can't pronounce
They looking for any reason, not to let a nigga bounce
Whether expired registration, or inspection stickers
The only thing be on they mind, is we gon get them niggaz
And it don't matter if we working, on a 9-to-5
We rerouted by the system, facing 99

[Hook]

(*singing*)

[Hook: Tanya Herron]
Why, do we live this way
So many murders, where the children play
And it's about, to make me lose my mind
We're running out of time, too many of my people dying

[Z-Ro]
Day by day it's more impossible, to hold on
I'm going head up with the shadow of death, and getting stole on
Will I survive, is God gonna come and save me
I started out as a Christian, now look at how this world made me
I'm crazy, and I can't make it no better
Cause I can't stand none of my friends, my only love is for the cheddar
I remember, sipping on Tangaray and getting high
Down with eachother, long as we was barely getting by
We grown men, and all living in sin
Shooting a kite to my people, cause he in prison again
Letting him know that the streets ain't changed, still wicked
LyricsPlus I been burying so many motherfuckers, we bound to kick it
Up close and personal, cause niggaz be pushing my button
I handle my bidness, and exit they homes gangsta strutting
One deep, nobody's got my back
Motherfuckers just be hanging around me, because I rap
Trying to stab me in my back, and if they could they would
That's why I pack my twin bitches, cause I don't even feel safe in the hood
At least on lock, you know what the danger is and what's not
Free world you'll be evicted, when a coward bust shots
That's the life cycle, kick it with real niggaz
And never let the shife by you, because the devil is they idol
Man they tied up my nigga, and sawed off his head
The cold part about it, they ain't even take no bread

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
My nigga Grady took seven shots, and one bullet hit him twice
Although he's blessed, my nigga just can't leave the thug life
You know it's fucked up, both of us was in class with honors
But soon would drop out, addicted to cash and marijuana
And the fast life, we bled the whole hood last night
Hard headed dumb niggaz, just trying to get they cash right
Hustling, hoping we can get a million
But like a chameleon, nigga the game done changed
Wish it would rain sometime, to help a nigga wash away the pain sometime
I shed ghetto tears daily baby, I can't hide the fact
Feeling like everybody's out to get me, so I don't hide my strap
I ride like that, with one up in the chamber
On my block if you ain't got a glock, you's in danger
Continuously head busting for nothing, my friends and my enemies
Nothing but recollection, as I remember the memories
If I could be like Jesus, I'd spread the love
But I can recognize the demons, so I spread the slugs
These motherfuckers say they love me, but I'm peeping they lies
Feel like jealousy and envy, when I look deep in they eyes
That's a friend for you, laced up with your girl and then try to
Spend your ends for you, and when it's drama they won't send for you
That's the reason Joseph, is one deep until he die
I ain't gotta wonder why, my people wanna see me fly, fuck em

[Hook - 2x]

Lately, my luck has taken a turn for the worse I used to ride in luxury now i'm headed for a hearse and if it deals that way, my day-to-days are full of sufferin' my headaches they be relieved by asprin or bufferin and my children got mo problems that you can't solve but everytime i try to rise all I do is sing slow like the water in the Pacific got my vessel capsized seems like I been going through it since I got Baptized (It's the Jesus I can feel him all up in my bones..) cuz' he be givin me game on how to live my life long can't forget about the Angels at the psychiatric center, helpin' me to feel like i'm a winner..got me takin Lexapron, just so I can improve my movin' got me feelin' like I'm giant though obsticles steadily movin' fuckin' flatening the process of me reachin' to the top, ya'll know that i'm the cream of da crop and i'ma have people sayin'......

(Chorus x2)

(chorus)
Get yo' ass up out my Satan
I got a mansion, robe, and a Crown waitin, never again will you catch me livin in sin, cuz when the pearly gates open I wanna be steppin in

[Z-Ro]
I'm a Ridgemont soldier, state of Texas stunner
King of the ghetto, even when I was a new comer
24 hours a day, I be sending fellas under
If they people want revenge, I never worry or wonder
When my motherfucking beef coming
Nigga this Rap-A-Lot mafia, head-n-chief coming
Everybody claiming they got guerillas in they click, why they be lying
When automatics start bucking, they turn them monkeys on the vine
Trying to get away, from the drama
But my barrel be spinning, like a set of Yokohama
I gotta blame it on my messed up childhood, this how I turned out
Hotter than first degree burns, unable to burn out

[Hook - 2x]
Z-Ro, I think you fellas know my name mayn
Z-Ro, making these haters mad that's my thang mayn
Z-Ro, I'm real and I ain't gon never change mayn
Z-Ro, me and a piece of platinum that's the same thang

Lyrics[Z-Ro]
We ain't riding on no horses, round here
We get it how we live, that's why it go down round here
We going through thangs, plenty plenty pain round here
I cheering a smoke ass, we don't play games round here
Everybody living wild, nobody tame round here
On they click em juice, with evil in they brain round here
Since the turn of the century, it ain't been the same round here
Must be a soldier or get voted, just to claim round here
Some people, say we a fashion show
Don't let the Screw tapes fool you, cause we be blasting hoe
This is what it sounds like, when we ride on our enemies
Houston Texas, we pulling negative energy

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Be all up in my face, when I be sanging that song
But when haters be up in my face, I be swanging that dome
Because patience is a virtue, that I don't have
And you a fool, if you thinking that I won't jab
I hate the world, is the kind of attitude I got
But I could justify reasons, for any dude I shot
So I never be watching my back, Jehovah do it for me
I'm not a criminal, just trying to keep t-bone in my tummy
I'm as good, as the best of them
Or as bad, as the worst
Lil' fella you can find out, don't make me have to pull my iron out
I do my dirt but I hide it, like a bottle of Zydine

[Hook - 2x]

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