LIL' FLIP & Z-RO - Never Let The Game Go lyrics

rate me

Say Mike Dean, dig these blues..

[Z-Ro:]

Here I go again, running off at the mouth about busters

Motherfuckers just mad at me, cause they diamonds ain't up in clusters

Too many times I done paid my dues, giving a damn still paying 'em fool

Could it be the reason I'm so cold in the rap game, this motherfucking pain

I'm screaming Jesus, I need a better way of life

Cause at the rate I travel now, I can't decipher day from night

Still the King of the Ghetto, the ghetto is where I lay my head at

Evade FED's at, and break bread at

These son of my bitches got a nigga fucked up, my attitude is already rude

And too many people make me paranoid, so I wet a bitch and I wet a dude

Straight like that I don't give a damn, I'm gangstafied from Toderhead enough said

Flipping in a gangsta ride and when it get gangsta, a gangsta will bust heads

It's in my blood I'm a mo'fucking thug, even though I know better

My only love is for my guerillas, and for the cheddar

So all you mark ass niggaz, get the fuck up out of dodge

Get your life right with God, then if you want war let's go to war

[Z-Ro:]

It be a bunch of drama, on my block

My partna accidently shot his mama, on my block

Trying to survive in the land of the lost, hoping I could at least find me

Cause back in high school, ain't nan one of my teacher reached me

I wan't cutting up in class, I had money on my mind

Visualizing a motherfucking come up, ready to get up and grind

Chasing paper like a motherfucker, me and buddy Ro

Moving ounce after ounce, after ounce of that yayo

Making money what I love to do, but my freedom is pending

And if I get caught slipping, my freedom is ending nigga I'm playing it safe

One hundreds and fifties, and twenties and tens and fives

And ones up in my safe, 3-57 and a 4-0

And a 4-4 up in my waist, a maniac

Trigga happy, and don't give a fuck what I be aiming at

Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that

(Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that)

[Z-Ro:]

My niggaz be killing eachother, behind these busted bitches

I would rather be spending my time in a drop top, something live on switches

With a sack of that shit, so I can calm my nerves down

Dealing with bitch nigga after bitch nigga, I'm ready to release rounds

Out of the mini-one form I shoot till it's over with, ain't nobody gon stood up

Another one bites the dust I'm throwing that P.U.D. up, nigga what

I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die, the cause for my life

The reason I'm anti-social, and built a wall around my life

Ain't nobody with me, Z-Ro the Crooked in the flesh

Mo City Texas ain't no fashion show, niggaz come to give me death

It'll be a battleground, with nothing but dead enemies or myself

Cause when I be clicking, I be feeling a strange energy within myself

I never be giving a damn about it, because it be feeling so live

And if I be doing that there, don't fuck with me and take me out of my vibe nigga

Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-fo'

Never gonna let the game go, fa sho