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Z-Ro - Freestyle lyrics
f/ Bettye Sterling (*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 Nigga 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] |
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