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Z-Ro - And 2 My G's lyrics
[Z-Ro] One of my partnas have been shot And all that's going through my mind Is he dead or alive, when I'm pacing the flo' And looking around 4-5 Thinking of the worst, but nobody would tell me the drama But the silence is killing me, checking on his family Saying a prayer for him and his mama Come through sit at his bedside, and ease his pain Relieve my tension, I'm flinching when they mention name Big D, come G, I don't want you to die Remember when we use to dip In your day-day Coupe and get high Remember, when you use to think I was crazy and wouldn't chill with me You come to get me up the flip, and smoke some kill with me I really appreciate the love that was shown I'ma keep the faith and never leave you alone You can depend on me, got down on my knees And I prayed, until you recovered Then jumped your big ass, right back off in the game Because there's money to be made, and I won't knock you Just watch yourself when you in them streets And keep your heater, under your seat when you creep [Hook - 4x] And to my G's Don't worry bout a damn thang [Z-Ro] You use to call me G.I., but to me you was s soldier indeed Even though you dodged the cops daily, you would hit my crib up with weed Freestyling to beats, and smoking on fire sweet and parlay You should of got a purple heart, for living in a war everyday If he's really a friend, you would turn him in That's what the laws would tell us And fellas would talk about turning you in How could your hood be so jealous And ready to give out the location, of a G on the move Somebody tell me, is your partna's freedom worth some money to you But I know he's in the county jail stressed, fuck stabbing you in your back Cause they smile up in your face, and stab you in your chest And its kinda hard, to receive the swishas they pass me When I feel I got to watch the people, they call his still family Must a song be coming, cause it happened the way you said it would unfold My name is Grady, and they watch me like the Super Bowl Now that your not around, I'ma still put it down the way you told me to do And when I go gold its dedicated to you, and to my G's [Hook - 4x] [Verse 3] I'm still trying to figure out what happened One minute you here, then the next you was gone Just think quick, I lost my nigga Victimized to the game, and we still mourn But nigga hold on, cause I know its living life Trapped in this cell, trying to ease the pain But it still remains, every time I put you in jail And its hard to accept the fact, that you a cellmate my nigga Po' out some liquor, and sho' wish was here to light, up this swisha And I'll never forget the advice you gave me bout life, cause you were right Don't shake them dikes, cause the rules apply, ain't always precise I'm paying a price, my freedom been taken away And they threw away the key, trapped in misery Cause suffering forced me to run these streets so desperately And to my G's watch your back, cause it ain't no love in these streets It seems like each day, there's a different way, to fall victim to defeat Cause if you real with your boy, it don't hurt to see him fall off When a forty get low point to the curb, just letting you know you thought of No matter what when you get out, thangs'll still be the same But until then hold on nigga, and don't worry bout a damn thang [Hook - 4x] [Z-Ro] This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through My treasures are laid out, somewhere beyond the blue The angels beckon me, from Heaven's open doors And a nigga can't feel at home in the this world no mo' Feel at home in this world no mo' |
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