Screwed Up Click Representa lyrics

[Z-Ro]

How does it feel, when they don't believe anything you say

Always, got to show and prove yourself every single day

Man this ain't living, nothing but drama all through the week

And if they don't respect my words, why they want me to speak
I'm feeling worse, even though I put my family first

I'm shedding tears cause I feel as if I'm headed to the dirt

f/ Hawk

[Z-Ro]

I'ma maintain, all about fortune, not the fame

Feddy, cold cash and a diamond ring, it's all about feddy when I rap sing
I'm sick of this struggling all damn day

never see the sun cause skies stay gray

This for the little kids that can't go play

Cause everybody outside playing with an AK

Come around my niggas you bust you fuck around get lost

[Z-Ro]

They say he was flipping out till, losing control of his mind

Moving fast, in a world that ain't ready for the pace focussed on his grind

Who am I to test, Z-Ro I bet everybody in Ridgemont 4 know me

Feel what I say up under the evidence is still your homie
You must of forgot about the days until you be in 94

When it was 72 where partners sagging creases to find a hoe

f/ Kevo, Lil' O

[Hook - 2x]

Come with me, ain't nothing changed I'm the same old G

Seem like it's my to shine, like the diamond cut in my grill
La da da da da, I'm real

[Z-Ro]

You can catch me flipping, and sipping and smoking

Up in the turning lane, with the doors wide open

We serious bout our habits, we never be choking

Catch us chain smoking, and violently choking

f/ Billy Cook, Lil' Keke

(Billy Cook)

Z-Ro, Keke and Billy Cook

Yeah oh yeah

[Z-Ro]

Steady dropping album after album, song after song

I should of stayed up on the corner moving stone after stone

With a red dot, led blocks with no time for school

I'm in the kitchen whipping up a chicken fool

I tried to get my cash on, but I couldn't get my cash on

f/ H20, Mr. 3-2

[Z-Ro]

I'm sick of being lied to, giving it my all, you know I tried to

Maintain in the family is a must, I would of died to
Do anything for my peeps

But it seems they would rather see me sleep six feet deep

But when I'm on my feet somebody got they hand out though

That'll feel me broke the heat be hiding the rain watch me soke

f/ Bettye Sterling, Pup

(talking)

I could feel it, ain't no more thinking bout

The sun gone shine

[Z-Ro]

Dj Screw, Fat Mafio, and Gator are gone

I want to be strong but lately the pain won't leave me alone

For myself, crawl down and get away from this drama

No understanding by my father can't even talk to my mama

Got the world on my shoulders and it's too heavy to hold

f/ Jennifer Taylor

Z-Ro, Z-Ro...

[Z-Ro]
24 up in this game, and I don't own a damn thang

Just a bunch of bags receiving blows, trying to maintain

Dealing with insanity, probably dumping demanding me

Started out at a slow pace, now I'm losing it rapidly

Trying to keep my faith in God, but my spirit is scarred

I wanna do it but if I do it, I won't wake up to the Lord

f/ Den Den

[Hook]

Southside, we bomb first, when we ride
Swanging on elbows chopping on choppers that's right

Cause we real, on a mission to get it can't stop

Going platinum, everytime another tape drop

[Z-Ro]

It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked, busting heads strictly for cash

Taking out contracts on hatas, with my beam and a mask

f/ Reesa

[Chorus: Reesa & Z-Ro]

Up all night, up all day

Up all night up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

[Z-Ro]

I had to keep from going under, like Stevie I Wonder

Thinking hard, running out of places to lay my head got me drinking hard liquor

Still a go killer, should I rely on my skills

f/ K.T.

(talking)

Southsive for live, aka Southside for life

Z-Ro, K.T., recognize my motherfucking team

[Z-Ro]

Let me introduce myself, I'm Z-Ro the Crooked, Mo City block

The place that you don't want to go cause you'll get no pity block

With drug dealers when we need some paper

Get on the corner and we bleed till we fifty keep avoiding them haters

f/ Bettye Sterling

(*talking*)

Ha ha, 2000 and 1

Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don
Getting off my chest, know I'm saying

Cut these all the way off people, feel me

Yeah, this how it go, fa sho

[Z-Ro]

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

I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro

Never been a hoe, never been a broad

Every night 'fore I go to sleep, I gotta talk to God

[Z-Ro]

Hey, why they hate me like I stole something

To make a nigga want to roll something

But I'm they closest partner, if I let them hold something

Good for nothing, but making me hate my peers
So let the world taste my tears

When they roll, they represent anger, paranoid with one in the chamber

To live the heads shots to my foes, and make them through with Dana