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Z-Ro - Still in the Hood lyrics
(Chorus) Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good Now they all want to jock my fame But when I'm coming down in my ?born? And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me I don't give a damn about none of you hoes I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more [Z-Ro] Nigga I'm tired, this drama got me booted and fried At least I got records in the store bitch nigga you getting dried Steady running around rapping and capping and talking shit I got gorillas every where be careful who you walking with Southside, south-sid for live, wouldn't want to be you Be running up on you closed casket nobody gonna see you Bitch it's over, barely with Barber right behind me in the rover My partner from Mercy told you we gone get you if we owe you Military minded I'm a S.U.C. soldier Don't want it if it's hard cause the south lets you see over I'm trying to keep my head on, but it's rolling off my shoulders When I lost my people god damn, my heart was pumping colder Shedding crocodile tears, man folks feeling this pain And left a stain in my brain so I'm cracking like a window pain On the edge having a conversation with my infrared All these fuck niggas can get it two to the head and get dead (Chorus) [Z-Ro] It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked busting heads strictly for cash Taking out contracts on haters with a beam and a mask You can run you can hide but it ain't no escaping I'm a trend setter with a beretta for real it ain't no faking I done showed up, then I poured up, then I blowed up like heats Diamond slugs up on my teeth, I done been violent fuck the peace I got a slug for these haters that's approaching me wrong Let them mash off in first class there ain't no coaching my song Hydro-V to the dome, with it on back to the chrome I'm kind of quick to click so get gone or catch one to the dome Mo-City Texas that's my home, but I can rome all over So it's ghetto love these cats gone get me full up on sober Real recognize real, and the fake gone fade away Use to selling drugs to get that pay, but god done mad a way For me to stack my ends, my paper, my moola, my fetty And took this by surprise I knew you hoes wasn't ready (Chorus) [Z-Ro] Remember back in 94' they use to laugh at me team Now it's year 2k2 women be after me team But fuck a female, it's all about my retail On tapes and c.d.'s they was capping I stay making daily breakers C.d., and they chose to make tapes, up on the stage It use to be all about hooping now I'm all about getting paid Getting leid I can miss it, I'd rather have my digits Trying to get up on me a stack, taller than the tallest midget I'm on bitches than a red nose pit, with his mouth on it I be platinum 'fore it's over bitch I put the south on it You can put your mouth on it, if you ain't than zip it up Get off my dick bitch right quick because I'm about to rip it up And for no reason at all, it's fuck y'all Fuck around and get to busting so you best to best duck dog I've been going through a whole thang, everyday So I don't give a damn if you get chose man I got this k, and I don't play (Chorus - 3 1/2x) |
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