Z-Ro - Talkin' Down on me (From Life) lyrics

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Since I be rollin' by myself, I keep that bitch Nina with me

And If you my enemy, you don't wanna be the last nigga that seen her with me

Z-Ro haters be makin' my attitude, rude

Fuck around & get stole on, if you fuck-up my moves

Dude, finally I found myself, I had to stop blowin' that kick 'em

'Cause eventually I would've drowned myself

Already need a anger management class

See if a buster cross me, it don't matter the situation I damage his ass

Soldier that's what I be.

So bitch, why you tryin' to play me like a H O E?

Turn me loose so I can make it to the T O P

It's like I'm in a bucket full of C R A B's, but I keep climbin'

And I keep on rhymin' while they be bumpin' they gums

Lookin' at my diamonds whinin' & blindin' no dumpin' they guns

'Cause they can't see me, bitch I'm invisible to the hate

Thugged off in my kitchen, cuttin' chemicals in my cakes.

Talkin' Down On Me from a safe place, now I'm in your face.

What you gon' do now?

Barrettas & Ruga's on my person, they would do ya if I burst 'em.

What you gon' do now?

Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops, if you trespass.

You done fucked-up now.

No bustin' in the sky 1st one through your thigh, 2nd ones a chest blast.

I done lucked you out now.

Niggas be cool in my face, but hate behind my back

Talk Down On Me in front of me, but not behind my gat

I bet you won't do that, I bet you scared of that iron

Perpetratin' like you a gorilla, sellin' drinks in line

You ain't never seen the Pen nigga, the penitentiary

They talk rehabilitation, but look at what it did to me

I smoke more & sip more than ever before

Muthafuckers be on my nerves, so I lean on that dro

Tryin' to keep on droppin' a bomb on the bitch-made

Don't be lookin' surprised, y'all made it this way

I got a Vendetta with lifts, that be tryin' to sink me

Sendin' police after me & tryin' to link me

To aggravated robbery & strong-arm jackin'

Tryin' to throw me off my note, so I can't do no stackin'

Johnny Cochran over lawyer got me out on bail

Lookin' for niggas that was plottin' on receivin' my mail.

Talkin' Down On Me from a safe place, now I'm in your face.

What you gon' do now?

Barrettas & Ruga's on my person, they would do ya if I burst 'em.

What you gon' do now?

Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops, if you trespass.

You done fucked-up now.

No bustin' in the sky first one through your thigh, 2nd ones a chest blast.

I done lucked you out now.