Z-Ro - Life lyrics
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[Z-Ro] Too many niggas be trying to take me off of my game They see me balling, so they wanna take me off of my change Ain't that a bitch, these broke ass niggas be creeping my pocket But I'm a soldier y'all can't catch me without my pistol And ain't no pac in the back, run up on me I'm dropping you flat My nigga fall behind the trigger, he don't how to act Better tall your niggas to chill, while we go round for round Cause if they trip in Ridgemont dumping, y'all ain't gon be around Now kick it with your people, and see you cheer and grow up Cause when you fuck with hard head niggas, your body get dumped Three or four counties away, up in a open field On my way back to Mo City, I'm steady smoking kill So when you see me out in public, don't you come at me wrong Disrespect me if you want, hoe I'ma slug at your dome Be damned if I miss, but I'm too cool don't trick yourself bitch Sipping ball, take this bodybag and zip yourself bitch [Chorus] Just cause you see me out in public, trying to keep my cool Don't mean, that I ain't a damn fool, I'm a guerilla for real Ain't nothing studio about me, bitch you bout to get killed Cheifing on doja trying to chill, haters fuck up my moves God damn that's another dead fool, I'm a guerilla for real Ain't nothing studio about me, bitch you bout to get killed [Puff] I'm a guerilla for real, let's roll back to being glad When I be riding round trying to jack, cause I got pistols in my lap And I'm ready to unload, giving it everything I got From Rugas to Calicoes, even Snug-Nose Glocks So when you see me riding, nigga don't try to flag me down Cause when I'm in your face your smiling, when I turn my back you frown So fuck you niggas, I'm already chilling with enough of niggas Problems with a couple niggas, don't make me have to bust you niggas Ridgemont till the day I die, visit or deal with it I'm making a mill with it, Puff and Z-Ro trying to get it Cause everyday, all day bitch having blocks steady be pumping I got the weed, Ro got the drank and bitch and it be dumping So bitch quit all of your bumping, and come all out of your ice Trying to jack a nigga like me, you be coming off all of your life Just because you see me flipping and sipping, smoking on bud I ain't off no, I got a sawed-off with a barrel full of slugs [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Everytime I pop a pill, I be full of that bar Hoochies be all up on a nigga, bitch I ain't a star I'm from the ghetto like you come from, probably lived in My life ain't straight and narrow man, I'm barely dodging prison Ain't you barely dodging it too, ain't you bout your paper too Don't glorify me, I do the same shit y'all niggas do Not trying to be mean my nigga, my temper just bad It's Z-Ro versus the world in my mind, I'm going had Losing my grip sawed-off bitch, come ride with me You think I roll cause when you bust us, you can't ride with me I might get pulled over by the badges, ain't no more room Too many circles in my secret stashes Riding 35 tears from 30, and still acting like I ain't got Running with less fortunates and have-nots It's on my face, no smiles, no frowns, no ups, just downs I pull a piece but I shut it down, nothing but rounds [Chorus - 2x]
