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Z-Ro - Tall Tale of Ag lyrics
Telling you a tall tale of a G Cause everybody wanna be a G - 4x [Z-Ro] Hearing voices of the children of the corn The mother that has finally been warned Cause on a Polaroid in focus There's a picture of my first born I got a scary crimination, so I walked up in his room And he spoke his first words (daddy's gonna die soon) Running through the metals, people running When they see me coming, a mother calling to her son That's telling me to watch my back, I'm being hunted Then it was gone, I turned around it had to be on But then I had found, it was gonna be hard For me to make it to the crib, cause niggas had me surrounded Then all of a sudden, it was first and ten Cause a nigga fell lite to the do' Set trying to raise up out of that hoe I step in and checking chins, broke loose with a loose tooth I'm headed for that Cadillac, all of a sudden I felt cock Needled ghosts steals that appear in my calf, now stick in my back Then fired one, now I made it to the car and I crunked that hoe And I hollered you niggas won't get me Then I backdo' the beltway back to Mo City But there's a Regal trailing close up on my fender But in my hand, I got the synthetic rubber death Automatic life ender, he's in the right lane and I'm in the left So I hit the break and he hit the gas, and as he passed I busted a shot that broke the glass And the car was swerving, wondering to a Bourbon Crashed in a diesel, then it burst to flames I thought it was over, till the nigga pulled up in the Nova, uh Now I'm doing 85 up ahead, out the window hollering catch me if you can Could not lose him its still a pursuit, chasing till we hit Ridgevan Pulled up in the front of the crib, put the Lac in park And I unloaded the Mac, and I'm kinda cold Cause the favorite mask of a mama Bullet had my shirt spinning to my back But I ain't got time to bleed, cause I'm getting up out of the car Trying to catch my breath, and I heard screeching tires And a bunch of foot steps, running with these niggas coming I'm getting ready to split some wigs, but running up out of the driveway There's a carriage that contains my kid I dropped my strap, and hollered I'ma save you They fin to kill your daddy but don't worry, you can resurrect me later I'm almost dead but to my surprised, I done visualized That nigga done rose up out of the carriage, I seen his big brown eyes I shed a tear running to him, thinking I could use my body To shield him from the blast And I heard (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck) everybody crashed Then the niggas was gone and that was that, and since I couldn't breathe I put down my self destruct, and I passed That god damn thang to my baby boy But I thought to myself, I can't just go out like no fucking flame Got re-gather my nuts, and make these hoes recognize my fucking name I'm ready to give up the ghost, and my first mind said close your eyes But my second mind it said over ride, the first mind and grab yo' nine So I stood to my feet, covered in blood catch a slug That busted my ribs, and I grabbed that damn thang From my baby boy, and I put him back in the crib And since aggravation had my def callade, I put up the Mac And I passed up the nine, and I strapped on a hand grenade Got back in the car, only reason I see is bodies stacked Fired up the dank, and I hit it so hard The smoke started seeping up out the holes in my back I crunked up the car, for my final ride Wipe the blood off the locs, and put the Lac in drive Motherfuckers better be ready to die, cause death is close We gon go, out like G's and continue to plot on his ghost I'm 28 plus all of my fate, hitting what do you know Recognized the Nova, parked the car And made my way to the do', they slamming them boulders Jamming on Screw, and sipping on hennessey Without any warning I kicked open the do' And said do you remember me They jumped up quick, I grabbed the hand grenade And shut the fucking do', and then I felt the heat from a 4-4 They hit the deck, but it really don't matter no mo' They tried to get out, but my nigga we locked in There was a grenade in my hand, I dropped the pin (*talking*) Know I'm saying, going out like G's Because we are G's, I wanna say what's up to my G's Hermwood Fisher, Rockesh, Dave V My niggas on lock, Grady You know what I'm sayin, I see that Mike D on lock, real G's Rest in peace to my G's Killa Stains, A.K.A. LL, rest in peace I see you up there balling, man hold up Real G's, do you wanna be a G To G or not to G for real Fuck you fakers |
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