Z-Ro

Z-Ro - Ain't Havin None of That Bullshit lyrics

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[Z-Ro] I ain't having none of that riff-raff, so act like you know that I ain't friendly Treat everybody I come across, like they wanna put something in me Like some lead, or if I'm moving weight they might set me up with the FEDs But to a boy done shed, I'm one deep trying to get bread And I'm one deep when I bust heads, cause I'm not gonna tell on me When a snitch be rolling with you, you headed to felony I ain't ready to do 85 percent, of nobody's time So I keep's it gangsta when I'm boss hogging, and solo when I grind A-R 1-5, AK-56 plus one It's multiple homicide, if I happen to touch one You niggaz gon learn, or you niggaz are gon burn It get hotter than lava, when it come down to the dolla And I gotta have it, by any means necessary Guaranteed to see a million, before the cemetery So I keep on watching, and my 4-4 keep on cocking If my folks keep on droppin, B-O double P-E-R's keep on boppin I ain't stoppin [Hook] We ain't, having none of that bullshit Represent till I die Hiram-Clarke, Mo City my hood bitch Get out of dodge, cause we ain't no play thang See me and (Lil Head nigga) keeping it gangsta, all day mayn [Lil Head] In my life I keep it gangsta, all day In my life, I could peep a wanksta a mile away In my life, I trust me and nobody else That's why I walk around with a nine, tucked in my belt Don't let the small size fool you, try to play me for weak Cause I pull this four pound bar, and blaze at your beat You got niggaz I got niggaz, but my niggaz the best See my niggaz all my niggaz, is guerillas with techs Lil Head the 4"3' giant, respect my name In order to live a longer life, you gotta respect the game Now listen mayn, I'm trying to tell you some' for your own good See I'm the type of nigga, have you bailing out your own hood I'm a General a Sergeant, no need to start this Rumble in the field with a lion, cause I'm raw bitch I'm raw regardless, whether it's four to one Cause the pop from the glock, I know it's gonna go through one [Hook] [Z-Ro] I'm not your kin folk, so I suggest you get out of dodge 1-25 road raging, ready to get out and squab Too many problems in my life, I just can't handle the stress Niggaz be trying to kill me, damn near dismantling my vest But I can take it, cause I dish it out, you got your gun I got my gun and I'm busting, before you get a chance to whoop it out A soldier, folding up a motherfucker what he need for me Either with a gun or with a fist, anyway it go I'm still gon fold him What you thought I was, a fraud a hoe a punk Don't make me make you say oh Lord, shut the fuck up I handle my bidness, and then I move around in the night So much codeine, it feel like I got a pound of the Sprite So keep my temper calm, collective and cool Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes To keep my temper calm, collective and cool Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes [Hook]

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