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Z-Ro - Make It lyrics
f/ Mexican D [Z-Ro] Forgive me for my sins, cause I'm not perfect Just trying to get it like I live, but is it really worth it Niggas done fell to my heater, never to rise up Didn't really wanna hurt nobody, please open your eyes up Don't need no more blood on my conscious Cause even though I'm a soldier, I feel pain Got a nigga paranoid around partnas, I feel strange Watching my back, cocking my gat, strapped at all times Punishing motherfuckers, just for crossing that line My only company is lonely mess, cause most of These niggas be fake, and I can't stand phoniness Can't even look me in my eye, before they burn me up Two to the head, but it ain't that simple y'all can't turn me up dead Best believe retaliation is a must, I'ma bust with fury Look at me laugh at my competition, flashing my jewelry Death ain't around the corner no more, he up in my face Its only natural to try to steal him, and put him back in his place [Chorus - 2x] In case I don't make it, I wanna tell my people I love em Wish I could jump up out my casket, and hug em Just in case I don't make it, I hope they keep on jamming my songs A military minded motherfucker gone In case I don't make it, I wanna tell my people I love em Wish I could jump up out my casket, and hug em Just in case I don't make it, don't cry now, I'm still in your hearts I hope I get to go to heaven, my Lord [Z-Ro] In case I don't make it, I want niggas to know I never gave up Z-Ro Vs. the World, and King of Da Ghetto is when I came up People showing me love, people showing me hate But I put the street with my business, and put mo' change in my safe Special thanks to Eugene Brooks, it ain't another realer Save me from being a drug dealer, but still a guerilla Death ain't around the corner no more, he up in my face Only natural to try to steal him, and put him back in his place [Mexican D] A young mexican brought up, in the wrong way of life I had to do what I had to do, just to make it through the night Hustling and robbing and killing, running the streets with no feelings An aggravated motherfucker, that is ready as willing So leave me alone, before I touch your dome Or sending automatic 4-5's, to hit your home Cause ain't no playing with me, I'm a down ass G Showing no pity, from that Mo City [Chorus] [Z-Ro] I've been going insane lately Rolling with my gun off safety Thinking everybody's out, to do me Can't even relax, Mac 11 by the jacuzzi Gangstafied, ever since then showing me love And it don't matter where they at, nigga they gon hit you with the dub But every night I pray to see, another fu-fu day Even though sometime I fall off track, tricking with Mary J Can't I get a piece of mind, everybody wanna attack me In the beginning they was strays, but now they busting right at me Get up out my ride homie, don't wanna ride with me now If we rolling and I'm beefing, you can die with me now Niggas around me dropping like flies, it got a nigga scared Bullet proof and a automatic, come with making blood shed So just in case I don't make it, tell my enemies fuck em Wish I could jump up out my casket, and bust em [Chorus] |
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