Z-Ro - Hate lyrics
rate me
(feat. Billy Cook & Jr.) [talking:] Z-Ro, boy I will come down And make my pistol, hit y'all niggaz boy Y'all don't wanna mess with me nigga Bitches come down now nigga [Z-Ro:] Hey why they hate me like I stole something, that make a nigga wanna roll something But I'm they closest partna, if I let em hold something Good for nothing, but making me hate my peers So let the whole world, taste my tears When they roll they represent anger, paranoid with one in the chamber Deliver heads shots to my foes, and make them do a gainer And when they splash it's a blood bath And I trust no one ain't no more chunking up the deuce, when my thugs pass Live my life in silentary confinement, away from y'all If I needed artillery, could I even get the K from y'all I'm all alone in the ways of the wicked, since I can't stand you hoes Forever lonely when I kick it, in the lumino With straps and shells, my life is murder and mail See opposition see me coming, and they blast they self This for my homies they don't know me, when I'm broke Swear to God I hope you motherfuckers choke, when my gun smoke hate [Hook x2: Billy Cook] The H, is for these hoe niggas that's all in my face And the A, is for the actions that these bitch niggas take And the T, is for the tommy gun that's bout to blast And the E, is for eternal cause I ever last [Z-Ro:] I be feeling like Pac, because I wonder if they still down Facing homicide from haters, but my homies didn't even spill rounds Fuck y'all, I hate you motherfuckers to death Remember times, when I stopped niggaz from touching your chest I live in bulletproof vests, but it seems The only time I got family, is when a nigga dream So fuck sleep, I'm on a 24 hour grind Look at your darling son, now mama I'm out of my mind I don't know how to be happy, and I can't smile And fuck a bitch cause she be plotting on how to get you, when y'all walking down the isle The same motherfuckers, that you care for Look how they do you, they don't love you pick up your pistol and therefor Represent yourself, with the plastic Cause me myself, wanna put all of you motherfuckers in caskets Fuck love, 'less it's coming from the heaven up above My hatred being written in blood, hate [Hook x2] [Z-Ro:] It ain't no telling if a nigga make it, I might be stuck in the slums A walking target, steady ducking the gun Believe in me and you, can keep your wife There'll be no hostages, just give me what I'm looking for and keep your life I'm military minded, you can ask Klondike Kat Even if they bomb first, Z-Ro about to bomb right back I give a fuck about your life now, slugs hitting your windpipe now Guess you could say, I'm living shife now All about my fetty, till I bubble like some champagne Z-Ro the Crooked, the most valuable player up in this rap game So back back-back back, be sure to give me more than fifty Automatic rounds, bound to pass that Murder my foes, then I murder my friends Because they turned on a nigga, when I ain't have no ends hate Murder my foes, then I murder my friends Because they turned on a nigga, when a nigga wasn't chopping a Benz hate [Hook x4] [Billy Cook:] Yeeeeeeah, I everlast I'm a R&B gangsta Oooooh, Z-Ro Billy Cook R&B gangsta Whooooa, yeeeeah [talking:] Feel that, Z-Ro the Crooked nigga Z-Ro, the motherfucking Mo City Don And it go down [gun shot]
