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Z-Ro - Paper Game lyrics
[Chorus - 2x] All my niggas stay alive in this dirty game Niggas working 9 to 5 in this dirty game But all my niggas gone survive in this dirty game Because we pack a 45 in this dirty game [Z-Ro] Everyday my mind is set on money making ways Even kick in doors, I can't be broke in money making days I can't get no job in a white man's world that's why I live so raw I can't watch my children starve homeboy so watch me break the law [Chorus - 2x] [Z-Ro] Ramon noodles, t.v. dinners ain't no way to live Rather be holding slab while grabbing grain rolling airport load for sive In the streets of Houston Texas hustlers living in the cuts On a mission chasing paper got no time for gold digging hoes get off my nuts [Chorus - 2x] [Z-Ro] I'm turning suicidal in my older age, this game'll freeze you to death And eveyrday I face the coldest stage Tell me does every nigga that's thugging got to struggle to bubble And so I'm ready to laugh successfully you don't want no troule Cause I'm living more rugged than rougher than the rockiest road I'm paronoid for life, got to keep a glock in the load Am I addicited to caine (watch that tooting line) Could it be a nigga that's hard to locate is somebody you could find Z-Ro, certified platinum on a million dollar paper chase Pulling up next to the police and blowing this weed in they face But they try to blow my high when I'm on this hyper toiliking weed But I'm gonna slice skills with hands that'll make you vomet and bleed Aunte be worrying about me so I'm trying to get her to smile But I know she know I'm wanted dead or alive Got to keep my mind on my money making maneuvers cause my hustle is strong A lot of fools get lazy now they hustle is gone But I'm a hustler for life [Chorus - 2x] [Z-Ro talking] Nigga hell yeah, know what I'm saying Bridgemont Texas baby coming straight at you Motherfucking 199 motherfucking 7 For real we ain't even gone play with you nigga We coming so motherfucking real Bridge man hustlers on the corner selling cheese Trying to stack g's, got to pay my motherfucking bills nigga Can you understand me, I'ma forver be a hustling nigga A hustler for real, I wouldn't even bullshit with you I'm telling you for real niggas going down in this bitch Bridgemore Entertainment, Afterlife Productions is coming down nigga You can't feel us, you can't stop us fuck around and get, man hold up man Man you fuck around and get mashed on for real we coming around this bitch For self Bridgemont, we hustlers for life nigga, straight four for life nigga Mo City, man hold up |
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