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Z-ro - You

That's you
That talk about your homie behind his back,
But you always with him at every location he be at.
That's you
That be stealin from your momma,
Knowin she be the only one at your side, helpin you through your drama.
That's you
Sellin crack but can't make no profit,
Coz you smokin it up, and you just can't seem to stop it
That's you
That keep playin up without a rubber, don't wanna claim your baby, you naked headed lover, that's your babies mother
That's you
A woman that's so deceitful, smilin as you do evil, makin money to set up your own people

That's you
Throwin pussy at your homegirls husband every evenin, then try to convince her that he be cheatin
That's you
Hate a woman doin better than you are, so you slash her tires and bust all the windows out her car
That's you
That can't get over your ex-man, puttin the problems of your previous relationship on the next man
That's you
{Outta be ashamed of your self, coz the shell of a man playin games with your self
That's you
Makin the real women look fake, only hurtin yourself with the decions that you make
That's you} x2
That beats your kid, coz somebody said he done somethin, but you don't even go see if he did
That's you
Still living in your parents home, you got a good paying job but wont even pay for the phone
That's you
With that unattractive attitude, people don't wanna be around you coz you be ruinin they mood
That's you
That's thinkin somebody owe you somethin, and aint gon be satisfied until somebody show you somethin
That's you
Rollin your eyes, and poppin your neck, coz you were the high roller, but homie only want you for sex
That's you
Think you the shit because your body is tight, what you gon do if god decide to change that over night
That's you
That can't stay at womans place, hit a man, hopin he hit you back, so you can take his freedom away?
That's you
That enjoy makin people lives hard, but when trouble come around your way you go runnin to god
That's you
{Outta be ashamed of your self, coz the shell of a man playin games with your self
That's you
Makin the real women look fake, only hurtin yourself with the decions that you make
That's you} x2
That get up every night to go out and jack, but you reap what you sew, so don't get mad when it come back
That's you
That been out comittin all that crime, now you suicidal coz you gotta do all that time
That's you
Spendin all of your money on beer and blunts, and aint got nothin on your bills come the first of the month?
That's you
That don't care about how stupid your act, man I'm so glad I'm no longer livin my life like that
That's you
Tryin to fuck over people who work for you, even with all of that money aint no peace on earth for ya
That's you
Yea that's you that made your homeboys hate ya, can't go no where without a gun coz you're nervous by nature
That's you
That's in and out of jail on the same charge, get out and go do the same thing on the same boulevard
That's you
That's gonna end up in the funeral home, you bobbin your head but I know you can't stand this song
That's you
{Outta be ashamed of your self, coz the shell of a man playin games with your self
That's you
Makin the real women look fake, only hurtin yourself with the decions that you make
That's you} x2

Z-ro - 25 Lighter

Hold up Z-Ro the crooked aka king of the ghetto
Screwed Up Click soldier for life
Know what I'm talking about
Mo-City stand up in this motherfucker
Know what I'm saying
My nigga gardy in this bitch, what's up my nigga
Huh, inside out, that boy Harlem done touch ground
Hold up man, know what I'm saying redmofo for life
Redmond ridas nigga redmond hard heads
Huh, ya'll feel me man, rest in peace to that nigga Goudy
That nigga LL man know what I'm saying
Shit man it's fuck up man
Rest in peace to to that nigga E-mar

We going to hold it down you know what I'm talking about
And that's Real Talk

25 Lighters on my dresser yes sir
Got a bad black bitch that drives a black inpressor
You know I'm smoking on that herb
Every damn day just to calm my damn nerves
Screwed Up Click ain't never going to switch
Nigga build a ditch for a motherfucking snitch
Talking to the laws given up info
Catch me at the pad black lamp smoking indo
Sipping on drank on a whole litter
This for nigga moe I got a nine millimeter
And a 4 5 I'm a keep it live
Do it in 08' like in 95'
That was the year I made it clear
Wrecken on the microphone to get away from here
I'm reppin' for the south with diamonds in my mouth
And diamonds on my hands and diamonds in my house
Shinning so bright
Even in the night
Smoking on cush what the fuck is top flight
I'm only on the good bitch I wish you would
Keeping it all world ya'll keeping it all hood
Trying to get paper pull another capper
Man my house is swoah something like Tony Drapper
Got to get my mill from my record sell
This time last year I was in a jail cell
Waiting for commissary waiting on mail call
Man I can't wait till I get free cause I'm a ball
Put it in they face free my partner Grace
What's up to that Los what's cracking cause I'm straight lase
What's up to that Pokey
What's up to that Woldy
Always kept it real never act like they ain't know me
Soldier Boy love Z-Ro is who I am
Back in the days signed with that x band
Me in the [? ] and that Street Military
R I P Maleak in the day in the cemetery
But it ain't over chip on my shoulder
Catch me brand new candy blue range rover
Rollin to the end my skin is my sin
And like LiL KeKe say it never will ever end
Gots to keep flowing I'm a keep it going
Back in 92' I probably could kick your door in
Nigga lay it down lay it down you hoes lay it down
I reppin' for the South Side of that H-Town
Screwed Up Click until it's over with
AK with catch bag on my shoulder bitch
You will die fucking with that Ro
He ain't never been a bitch he ain't never been no hoe
Don't know how to be a broad don't know how to be a mark
I put the rubbers on cause it just turn dark
Mashing on the gas pocket full of cash
Looking for a yellow bone bitch with big ass
I ain't disrespecting just telling the truth
Ya'll know how I do it when I gets up in the booth
I'm a go hard till I chip my fucking tooth
In a fly murder four door of coof
Yeah I get my paper yeah I get my bread
I don't give a damn what you bitch niggas done said
Talking down on me cause I'm a get my spread
I ain't tripping I'm in the kitchen wipping up a batch
Batch of them pies for all the time guys
Watching out for the FED they be in disguise
Looking like G looking like ballas
Looking like ture money making shot callas
But them boys laws yeah that's them folks
I ain't tripping cause I know it's hot on postoak
Back in the day I had a pocket full of rocks
24/7 365 around the clock
About to get paid stacking up my paper
I hit a lick then it's time for me to lay low
Just run on my screen on 360 playing Halo
Hoes dropping like it's hot when ever I say so
Cause I'm the man diamond on my hand
Got big bass in the back of the blue van
It's blue over gold the story been told
Benjamin franklin and two blacks wheel 4
My flow is real cold I ain't never been wacked
And thanks to Bun-B and Pimp-C I got two gold plaques
They hanging on my wall pimp I miss you dog
Bun-B ride for that boy and make them crawl
Do it for the south and do it for the Hawk
And who ever don't like it keep my dick up in they mouth
I'm Screwed Up Click till they lay me in my casket
I ride around Houston with that plastic
Hand on my steel wood grain wheel
You can [? ] with the diamond on my grill
You can hide behind the part the diamonds on my wrist
And can't nobody do it like me cause I do it like this
And never had love for a bitch
All I'm trying to really do is get rich
Trying to get my fucking bread baby
Ride in mercedes I know a nigga hate me
But I don't give a damn nah I don't give a fuck
Riding on drapped up 26's on my truck
Hell yeah bitch I know they large
Got three foreigns in my garage
I never sabotage my fucking career
Had to make it clear and I shed another tear
But nigga I'm real bumper and the grill
When I do my music it's the music you can feel
Cause I'm just a G riding one deep
And every time I ride I ride with gun on seat
Watching out for jackers cause I know they scoping
Trying to leave a real niggas head wide open
Pulling down swangas cause they ain't clacking
I'm rolling on 20 inch 4's bitch what happening
Looking so fly I don't smoke fry
Got to be a G till the day that I die
That's my big homie boy Lil Ke
Boy you know I love you it's you and me
In this damn thing we going to do it for the screw
And do it for the side and I'm a do it for you
And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C.
Screwed Up Click until I D I E
Nigga don't get me crunk watch me pop trunk
Smoking on cush ain't never seen skunk
Man I'm so throwed caught me in the zone
I don't give a fuck about you calling on my phone
I fucks with the stripper versace on my zipper
This the nigga Ro taper fade with the clipper
I brought my partner for my partner Paul
About to make a million dollars and buy the whole mall
Call that bitch Mo-Town and it's gonna go down
A couple of day from now I got a show in your town
And I'm a get paid and I'm a get laid
And every car I drive, candy paint going to get sprayed
On the doors nigga and on the side dog
And I ain't scared I got jesus on my side dog
Hit the church house and then go work out
And after that you it's time to pull the purp out
And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one
And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one
And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one
Now I'm out of my mind that's what that smoke done
But I'm a maintain still in the same game
But only thing ain't making the same change
I getting paid boy you better believe that
A grammy on my shelf I'm a achieve that
Cause I can do it nigga even tho you say I can't
But I don't give a fuck about ya'll I'm about my bank
I hope you feel that bitch look at you
You could put your wig back ain't nobody going to be missing you
You a hoe nigga not a role nigga
Cause Z-Ro make more doe nigga
More versus more mixtapes more shows nigga
And I ain't ever at home I'm on the rode nigga
I'm chasing fedi baby ya'll ain't ready baby
Yeah I'm living like a motherfucking chevy baby
Or like a ford I'm buit ford ford tough
Blowing on that real real purple purple stuff
Talking about that cush got it from the band tho
Watch me come down with my pistol in my hand hoe
Don't run up on me if you don't want to get shot
I'm a grab my remote and give it all that I got
Hold up man hold up

Z-ro - Baby Girl

You ain't nothing like my last chick
Matter of fact you got me hoping this relationship can last
Ask no questions cause I feel like I been granted my wish(granted my wish)
Been a long time since a brother felt like this (felt like this)
I'm not going to the club tonight I'm staying home
Me and my woman some Isley Brothers and sip this Patron
My homies they be laughin' at me telling me that I'm sprung
But I'm in the zone when it comes to lil mama cause she the one
What I really love about her she don't even need a man

But she follow my lead and respect the fact I wear the pants
And I got no problem hullin' myself cause she my queen
Half the time I spoil her half the time I'm tryin' to get her out her jeans
Z-ro still a gangsta he never been a romantic
He spends most of his time with semi and fully automatics
Although my baby been givin' me reasons to leave the streets
So instead of shootin' up the block I'm a take baby out to eat

Cause she my baby girl
I'm used to the wrong woman
Now I got my own woman
She so good to me she gotta be my
Baby girl

No longer do I have to search
She a diamond she down to Earth
It's Understood to me she gotta be mine
Baby Girl

And every time we sexing
That hidden room is like a weapon
Hey she gotta be mine
Baby Girl

More than anything she my friend
It ain't all about the skins
I don't ever want this to end.

She don't ever have to worry if I'm cheating
I'm on the way home to give that bottom a beating
Even though I'm what they call a rap singer
With business to handle I got time to Carat
My woman neck and her finger (Yea it's that deep)
She there for me when life get hard for me
And if I get busted she willing to take the charge for me
But I can't see her with handcuffs on for me
Soon as they fingerprint
She go be there with my bond money
Feelin' like Martin Luther King Free at Last
I hate you bitch is a thing of the past
Not totally though I still got up a couple walls
But on the other hand I be feeing for her phone calls
And I'll be mad if I don't get it
I ain't to gangsta to admit it
So don't play with me when I'm stressing
I'll take yo shit and split it
Hell naw she ain't no hoe She my old lady
The one that's go gave 3 or4 of Z-ro's babies

Baby girl
I'm used to the wrong woman
Now I got my own woman
She so good to me she gotta be my
Baby girl

No longer do I have to search
She a diamond she down to Earth
It's Understood to me she gotta be mine
Baby Girl

And every time we sexing
That hidden room is like a weapon
Hey she gotta be mine
Baby Girl

More than anything she my friend
It ain't all about the skins
I don't ever want this to end

When I come home my bath water and my food ready
And that lingerie she be wearin' be keeping the mood steady
Lord Heaven must have got robbed cause an Angel is gone
I'm guilty as charged Lord cause she all up in my home
Just let me keep her I'll protect her from the whole universe
I'll say I do in sickness and in health for better or worse
I'm a still kick it with all four homies alive
When I'm not in Europe letting baby shop until she drop
I'm the King and what good is a Queen if she can't rule with ya
Get out there like one of the homies and act a fool with ya
What's mine is hers she ain't gotta borrow nothing
Watch I'll buy her a beauty shop and a foreign car or something
And what's hers is mine. All I want is her heart
And of Course that secret hidden treasure when her legs come apart
And if I was to ever fall off my game she wouldn't leave me
She'd help me get back on my feet and back on my change!

Baby girl
I'm used to the wrong woman
Now I got my own woman
She so good to me she gotta be my
Baby girl

No longer do I have to search
She a diamond she down to Earth
It's Understood to me she gotta be mine
Baby Girl

And every time we sexing
That hidden room is like a weapon
Hey she gotta be mine
Baby Girl

More than anything she my friend
It ain't all about the skins I don't ever want this to end

Z-ro - Lonely

Words On the Wall Greet Me
They Make Me Feel Alive
Looking At the Door and Waiting For Dinner
But Eating Dogfood Is Not My Style

Lonely, Lonely, Tonight, Lonely
Gotta Get Away From Here, the Sooner the Better

I Keep Seeing Your Face Girl
How I Wish I Could Feel You
Maybe You're Screwing Another One
While I'm in This Box Waiting to Be Done

Lonely, Lonely, Tonight, Lonely
Gotta Get Away From Here, the Sooner the Better

I've Tried Counting the Days Here
Can't Tell the Night From Day Anymore

Living As a Homeboy
The Worst Thing That Could Happen to You Is to Feel
Lonely, Lonely At Night, Lonely, Lonely
A-another Night, Another Time
Another Day and a Day in Time
For a Crime I Didn't (Commit)
I Can't Stand This Any Longer
Can't Stand This no More
Can't Take This no More I'll Be Back You Bitch
From the Moment I'm Walking Out of Here
Be Ready For My Sweet Revenge

Z-ro - Made

Ever since my early teens I've been a loco on these streets
'Cause gold is for 24 I go for broke on these streets
My flow is a young Mike Tyson when he hit on niggas
And even when I'm countin' off I still spit on niggaz

No super friends I smoke purple stuff alone in my room
That cush made me leave my body I was gone in my room
Mad swangas, to mo no blocks, I switch cars like socks
Either it's somethin' with the roof missin' or a hard white top

Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes

Now what they spend on a house I blow on designer glasses
Even without a platinum plaque, but this ain't cappin'
I'm just tellin' you what my life like, so this ain't rappin'

Don't you ever tell the captain, that my money ain't right
Might have to pay money to spray money 'cause money ain't right
No more throwin' no bodies so I can stand on these streets
I got an army behind me 'cause I'm the man on these streets

That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right
That's right, that's right, that's right, I get my muthafuckin' money
That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right
That's right, that's right, that's right, I get my muthafuckin' money

I did some time locked down, but now I'm back on these streets
Here to save y'all from all this wack rap on these streets
I left y'all with I'm still livin', provin' I wasn't dead
If you wonder why I'm out early, my lawyer got his bread

Much love to my industry homies, who didn't forget about me
Paul Wall, Pimp C and my partner Fliperaci
But since I do business with rap a lot the feds watch me
But I'm like Shaq up under the backboards, they can't stop me

When I was hustlin' no police could find a rock near me
Now that I ain't hustlin' they can see all of my rocks clearly
B S foldas, ava smokas, these are of Joseph
Known to catch you in the club free and make women wanna get closer

Homie don't get it twisted 'cause you see me on a poster
You disrespect me, the magnum come out the holsta like it's 'sposed ta
[Incomprehensible] man on these streets
I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm the man on these streets

I'm a hit man, whatever I'm aimin' at I hit man
After I hit her she can't stand up without a kickstand
Not a special kind of fool, just hit her with the mule
If she find the itch to set me up I'll hit her with the tool

I got a daughter to raise, I ain't tryin' to leave
Plus all this money I'm makin' you think I ain't tryin' to breathe
Inhale, exhale now that's better
Over 800, 000 independent, now that's cheddar

That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right
That's right, that's right, that's right, I get my muthafuckin' money
That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right
That's right, that's right, that's right, I get my muthafuckin' money

Z-Ro - Lord Tell Me Why

Lord tell me why 
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier 
Ooh boy things will get brighter 

Lord tell me why 
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier 
Ooh boy things will get brighter 

After living through drive-by's got a nigga ready for war 
500 push-ups everyday to keep my knock out punches up to par 
Cause everybody want to test me, knocking them down punching 
But they want to bust will I fight to jump so would the lord bless me 
To keep on breathing leaving niggas unconscience 
When I'm punching I'm going hard in the paint, so pack a lunch 
To the niggas that we killing don't feel like you the only motherfucker 
That really don't think we even love eachother 
Gorilla till I die for real murdered by my right hand man 
Or prosecuted by the white man's hand 
I don't think I'm living to die, but I'm dying to live up under the stress 
Fin to lose my cool so come out even to have you rest 
All my sins are forgiven for living violently 
With a gun in my hand, I'm creeping up on them moving silently 
They left my peope alone when my cutlass exploded on the side of the road 
The motherfuckers thought I died in the load 

Lord tell me why 
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier 
Ooh boy things will get brighter 

Lord tell me why 
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier 
Ooh boy things will get brighter 

Am I the hunter or the most hunted 
telling my people they don't need a high to get by 
But I'm telling a lie cause I'm the most blunted 
Hard to practice my preaching when I'm under the stress 
And I'm walking around with a 12-gauge sawed off 
and a suicide note up under my vest 
I want to live in peace but drama won't allow me 
That's why my mind is gone, I'm seeing x's and tylenol three 
But do you really want to see a nigga with the vendetta 
Make everybody kill somebody I'm a trend setter 
First I was spending my time with family mobbing showing my brother's love 
Never thought it would it happen to shoot first releasing my brother's blood, uh 
Why do these rookies want to rumble, got to do him in 
Even if he's my kin that's the only way the cookies crumble 
Calling up on your name in vain, this time I took a bow 
But if there was ever a time I needed you god I need you now, lord oh mercy 
Cause I don't wanto to die by the hands of my own kind 
Really to get true to the overdose and free my own mind, hell yeah 

Lord tell me why 
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier 
Ooh boy things will get brighter 

Lord tell me why 
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier 
Ooh boy things will get brighter 

I no longer need the weed to reach another level, I'm on a natural high 
But I looked the devil in his eye, thinking the song I'm a survivor 
Things ain't what they seem my yellows are green 
People are demons, demons are people in my dreams, what does it mean 
I'm trying come out of this motherfucking nightmare 
Going against all odds but mama said they never fight fair 
Somebody put a price on my head for living dead 
Hoes was capping but now they in my bed, but they choosing to giving me head 
Rags to riches, sagging the creases in my breaches 
66 Impala candy dancing playing witht he switches 
Finding away from righteousness and learning to sin 
You'd be the same nigga that's kicking the door with me that's turning me in 
Uh, why do the fiends buy dope from me they know they don't get high from me 
Why do the fiends buy dope from me knowing that they gone die from me 
A nigga was plexing with my partner why did he pull his gun 
Now everybody related or cool with you can die that's on my son 

Lord tell me why 
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier 
Ooh boy things will get brighter 

Lord tell me why 
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier 
Ooh boy things will get brighter 

Lord tell me why 
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier 
Ooh boy things will get brighter 

Lord tell me why 
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier 
Ooh boy things will get brighter 

   
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