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Z-Ro - I Found Me lyrics
f/ Trae 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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