Z-Ro - No Games lyrics

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[Z-Ro:]

I'm from Missouri City Texas, Ridgemont to be exact

Where you haters come, to get your wig stomped

And 9-1-1 is just a number, cause the laws ain't coming

We all got glock 40's, and let em thump

So before, I sell my soul

A nigga like me'll do my whole sentence, with no parole

Damn it I'm tired of falling short, everytime I set a goal

But if we get pulled over I'm gon claim what's mine

ain't gon try to act like I don't know who it's fo'

Y'all niggaz be telling lies, straight up snitching

Probably piss sitting down cause y'all women, with your make-up on switching

Me I stand up on ten toes, won't fall for nothing

Fuck a percentage I need the total, it's all or nothing

I never ran from anybody, a coward I can't be that

Or get beat the fuck up by one of these hoe ass niggaz, I just can't see that

I'm the King of the Ghetto mayn, they call me Z-Ro

Yeah it's cool to take a picture, but don't fuck with me hoe cause uh

[Hook:]

Z-Ro, don't play no games-games

Hell naw, I don't play no games-games

Stash spot for my burner, in my car do' mayn-mayn

Yeah I'm rapping, but I'm still trapping stacking that dope mayn-mayn

[Z-Ro:]

If you hang with haters, you might pick up some of they produty

Since I love me how I am, one deep is how I gotta be

If ends don't make his best friend, the victim of a robbery

So I don't expect none of my people, to ride or die for me

I handle my own beef, I don't need back-up

Cause if they talking bout jumping me, I'm raising my gat up

See all I have in this world, is my balls and my pride

Fuck talking about you behind your back, I'm trying to see your eyes

Then I say something, unlike these mark ass niggaz because they stay bumping

Telling motherfuckers they whip, but can't afford to lay away something

And every bad bitch come around, they swear they had em

But when they close enough to touch, niggaz won't reach out and grab em

I ain't never, had to lie on my poll

Cause everytime it get swoll, I select something to fold and leave it swoll

Hope she don't try to go through my pockets, when I'm asleep though

Yeah it's cool to bump and grind, but don't fuck with me hoe cause uh

[Hook]

[Z-Ro:]

I talk like and walk like, a gangsta my nigga

One in the chamber, in case I meet up with danger my nigga

You fail to plan, then you plan to fail

I plan on receiving residuals, from all my record sales

I stand on stages alone, just me and the microphone

Do one of your favorite songs, take some pictures then I'm gone

Instead of going to a mansion, I'm headed back to the block

It's time to get the trap cracking, I move marijuana and crack rock

Not saying that you're bad, for saying I'm chasing cash

Cause depending on rap money, I'd be broke and on my ass

Whatever I gotta do, to stay up on my feet

It's a guarantee I'ma do it, until I see me deceased

Now if you do some hoe shit in front of me, I'ma let you know

And if it hurts you to hear it, don't come around a real nigga no mo'

Take your feelings out your pockets, cause it means nothing to Z-Ro

Yeah y'all can make motherfucker feel guilty, but not me though

[Hook x3]