Z-Ro - Too Many Niggaz lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

That's right, you know what it is

Another classic

(Verse)

Catch me on the South Side ridin' high

Heat it up, lookin' good when I'm ride or die

Got my swag cuttin' and now everything is fly

Yeah, these niggas wanna get me but they're scared to try

It's do or die, two minutes, suckas really ain't down

Hatin' ass niggas still wastin' my time

Stood up like a man and respect my mind

Hustle, no sleep, ____(?) live on the grind

Feel it when they drop the fade

Thug came from the streets where he made his name

Neva eva luv a bitch, treat 'em all the same

Gotta get it how I live, South Side the game

Do ya thing!

(Hook)

Too many niggas tryna take me off of my game

Cuz a nigga from the hood didn't look so good

Now they all wanna jock my fame

And when I'm comin' down in my foreign

And I'm rollin', went deep, that shit tell about me

I don't give a damn about none of you hoes

Goin' down the site cuz I ain't trippin' no more

(Verse 2)

Misery wants company, and that's why I luv one thing

Niggas ain't gotta fuck with me, ballin' and eatin' lunch meat

Yeah, they got luv fo' me and they my bros, right

But trust me, tired seein' me spendin' all this muthafuckin' money

I pull and valet, my engine in the back

I'm feelin' so good, I think I'mma tip 'em a rag

That ain't no middle school either, I'm livin' in that

Deejay ride up front, all ya bitches can get in the back

Niggas be like fuck Z-Ro, and his watch, and his necklace

I swear to God they musta had nails fo' breakfast

Talkin' down on a nigga name, I ain't mad

If I was a hater, I'd do the same thang

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

I kicked that man, does that make me a lesbian?

Last 20 years I ain't been a pedestrian

Want one! Fo' what?! You see all these car keys

You like which one yours? I'm like, nigga, all me

Back in the day I ain't have no dimes

Nowadays they like, yo, don't forget to call me

Do they eva luv a woman as much as I luv my hustle

Nigga now status just becuz I luv to hustle

Vee Mellow, Fat Pat, Big Steve

So many people in the clique that no longer breathe

RIP to Dj Screw, homie, this one here fo' you

And AJ, W, K and Moe, my ghetto dreams done came true

(Hook)