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from Z-Ro - Straight Profit (2011)
(Z-Ro)
So much struggle and pain, I'm stuck in the game Can somebody, help me please I'm so sick of motherfuckers, steady capping up in my face Cause they got, a little cheese I'ma be on my way, to pay one of these days Ready to bust, one of these A to the K's Can't even count, how many blunts I blaze Wetter than syrup slide, riding on the way Can't nobody talk about pain like me, and that's about a god damn shame Nigga been pen pimpin ever since '91, and I'm still in pursuit of my change I done been through a group, and a solo tape Trying to stay out the kitchen, and cook no mo' cakes Can't stay on no crack, but I'll sell you a track And then a nigga, headed to another photo tape Trying to walk, on the straight and narrow But the straight and narrow, just to gets so thin Gotta fall off sometimes, but he know I'm trying Not trying to sin, trying to earn the dividends Wonder why a nigga like me, bleed the fair Ever heard about rent, gotta pay that there Everybody everywhere I go, need somewhere So we living our life, like we don't care When I'm posted up, I sting like a wasp Z-Ro paid the cost, to be the boss Me and my niggaz, use to be thicker than sauce Now, they don't even come to the house I'm drowning in pain feeling the pain, and I really do miss my kin But a motherfucker like me, gotta feed my family One deep, I bring the bread in (Hook - 2x) I think you better let it go, just to let you know haters We been down too long, y'all can't hold us down no mo' (Slim Chance) It's Ms. Slim Chance, I'm going for the crowd and I make 'em dance Everytime I grab the mic, and take the stand How many mics I gotta break, till I make some grands They say I'm ready, cause I wreck the flow Say they got pathetic, won't let it go All about the money, gotta get it and go And if you ain't spending money, then you out the do' No time for the games, try stay on my toes So if you asking that bullshit, better let it go Trying to get me a mill ticket, fuck getting sold Spitting the flow hitting the optimo, and I think you better let it go (Trae) You better let it go, before you get rushed in the game Why everybody, wanna be yelling my name Don't they know my stress, will make a nigga do thangs All the time, cause I be living thoed in the game 24/7, I be wrecking the microphone And leaving everybody stuck, cause I'm wrecking on every song And tell them hating ass cats, who wanna hate me I'm fin to bust on sight, when cocked with a beam It's a dirty game, but I gotta mash for mine Ain't no more waiting, I'm fin to take what's mine I'm a Guerilla Maab nigga, in the midst of plex Knocking niggaz on rest, to collect my checks Now what a wonderful world, we living in The way of life, got a nigga living in sin All that I wanted, was to make dividends Maybe get my T. a new house, with a Benz to get in And my kin folks, a platinum plack We done dominated rap, and y'all know that And if you didn't know that, you better let it go We been down too long, and I'm letting y'all know (Hook - 2x) (Z-Ro) You going ball, steady trying to stand tall Never do nothing, but crawl Better get up off your knees, and develop some N-U-T's Wannabe's, and the wanna-be-me's I really been stilling, my status There's never ever, gonna be another me Gonna take, too much practice I got too many motherfucking zones, up under the mattress Situation at hand, these motherfuckers Wanna talk down on me, cause I shine Even though I went a long way, I gotta keep on going So I read the root, when I grind Sure is funny to me, when a nigga give me my card Another one's, talking down Thinking they deserve the credit, they big headed like Frankenstein But sound like, Z-Ro when they rhyme One deep individual, up under God Keep faith, in you Jesus Lord But I really wanna know, will it ever get around to the good part I'm so sick of the struggling, I wanna be bubbling But they setting up, road blocks Automatic mouth piece, fully loaded and cocked And all enemies, must be dropped Fuck it I said it first, and I'ma say it again I'm in it to win, I'm never gon rest My 16's be like a quest, better sit back and prepare for my address Collaborated, by the Southside V-E-T Singing off always, R-I-D-G E-M-O-N-T, and a nigga gon stay one deep (Hook - 3x) |
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from Z-Ro - Straight Profit (2011)
Man fuck y'all..
(Z-Ro) Nigga fuck all y'all Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes If I needed a ride, I called on niggaz If I wanted some ass, I called on hoes But not no mo' though, I get around in a tinted out fo' do' And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang Don't fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love Razor blade to the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs gone And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the butter Because after that, all the god damn bud gone I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a bubbler Mama said that, it would it be days like this But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like this Or click me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like this That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones To break a nigga bones, but never be stones and sticks I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul Finally, I found me (Hook - 2x) Man fuck, finally I found me Man fuck you hoes, I found me (Z-Ro) I use to be a cool cat Now a victim of the blues cat I got tired of motherfuckers, taking a nigga for granted All I got is my mind, I can't lose that I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind gone It ain't lost, cause I know where it's at Just on another level than boys, around here For the paper stack, cause I'ma go where it's at I sound like a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga) Damn though, some of y'all try to bo'gaurd Piss a nigga off and get that ass caught, late night On the backstreets, hollin' oh Lord It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed Because, I don't give a damn no more Niggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck you hoes Finally, I found me (Trae) It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang changed I just peeped the game, and these niggaz be shife Over the years, I seen a lot of niggaz turn fake Riding thick on the cool, and then I have to erase You see me and the Maab, done learned without a thang Man most of these niggaz, be around for the fame It ain't no more love, therefor if you ain't kin And if you get up in mine, you gon meet your end I'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourself And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask You better stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that I think you better get back, and shut the fuck up For you straight step off, and get fucked up Nigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts So don't come around now bitch When you showed everybody, all kinds of love And I ain't got none left, didn't nobody wanna care How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone till I meet my death Everybody we was cool with, fuck you too And everybody who was hating us, fuck you too It just took a little time, for me to find myself And that's why we getting rich off ourself (Hook - 2x) (Z-Ro) Better watch your back, and identify yourself Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every weapon I pack, fuck around and fr-fry yourself A punk ass patty melt, no remorses gon be felt When I be dealing, with a less than G individual Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be felt I never did trust no bitch, and I don't trust no nigga Fuck all of my associates, but in a life of a life This motherfucker like me, you get what you suppose to get Pussy in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead And I smoke, one of these old busted up ass hoes Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one deep And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know Coming around my neck of the woods, is a no-no Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor blade And the reason, I wear long sleeves Y'all can't help me, I don't want your help I just want some, leave me alone I don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets Bitch, just leave me to roam Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a damn If I get one in my dome, fuck you dealing Y'all don't understand my zone, finally I found me (Hook - 4x) (*talking*) This Ridgemont 4 forever, Z-Ro The motherfucking Crooked, know I'm saying I ain't having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets You know I'm saying, so send the hoes to another Nigga, you feel me, it's 2K1 bitch, forever Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't going nowhere Still chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap |
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