Z-Ro lyrics

[Z-Ro]

You better tighten up on your back stroke

Trying to fuck around with Z-Ro in the game

It's not all about running your mouth all the time

It's all about stacking your change
Now I don't know if you've been told

I make it hot your ass gone have to stay in doors

Cause I'm a gangsta, gangsta

Diamond in the back, sun roof top

f/ Billy Cook, DP

(Billy Cook)

Yeah, yeah, Z-Ro, DP, Billy Cook lay it down

All night long, smoked all fire, yeah yeah

[Z-Ro]

We can ball all day, four play in the hallway

Taking trips overseas, France, England, and my way

I'm the Don Datta, but you can't be my baby mama

Let me save you the drama, roll on like a Yokohama

We can, go half on the room, and half on a sack

f/ Black Mike, Pharoah

(Z-Ro talking)

All you sure ass niggas out here, got the game fucked up

All this old friendly ass shit, nigga
Ain't nothing friendly about the motherfucking game

You understand me, if you listen I'ma tell you right

Open your motherfucking ears

Shit, it ain't fair but somebody got to do it, knowI'msaying

[Black Mike]

f/ Trae

[Chorus]

Hard times, look over your peoples cause everybody dying

Osama Bin Loden is dropping bombs man, in a situation like this
How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga

This is hard times, like its so much gun smoke and see the stars shine

We living on dreams but is they coming true, what I'm gonna do

Make a million and pull a stunt or two, a stunt or two

[Trae]

f/ Billy Cook

(*Billy Cook vocalizing through song*)

[Z-Ro]
I wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still here

And I wonder if heaven's any different, cause in hell the blood spill hits

Got a nigga fiending for his last breath, too many of my partnas

Beneath me, because a bitch made nigga blasted

Too many features in songs, tell me why I ain't got no home

[Z-Ro: talking]

3rd Coast, Screwston Texas

Z-Ro, Heavy Rotation, yeah

[Z-Ro]
I've been running the streets 24 years (look at me)

I made it but I'm wanted most of my peers (look at me)

I keep a heater in case I run across my beef (look at me)

And I'm so full it hurt my mouth when I speak (look at me)

I'm rapping but I'm still working the corner (look at me)

[Z-Ro talking]

Z-Ro, the motherfucking Mo City don

Sending this out to Ron fuck you

Like my nigga mafiosos, you feel me

Fuck all of y'all man, it go down
S.U.C. for life, R.I.P. Robert Davis

A.k.a Dj Screw this for you my nigga

Yeah this for you

[Z-Ro]

Everybody know me I'm the number one head buster

With a 4 pound glock ready to make the lead touch you

(Chorus)

Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game

Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good

Now they all want to jock my fame

But when I'm coming down in my ?born?
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me

I don't give a damn about none of you hoes

I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more

[Z-Ro]

f/ Big Mello, Lil' Flex

[Z-Ro talking]

Yes indeed, H-Town, it go down Lil' Flex, Z-Ro, Big Mello

Know what I'm saying, you boys can't stop us man
Unstopable, feel me, yeah

They got to feel us till they kill us, this for the radio

[Lil' Flex]

Ain't nothing but a g thang baby

Turnel sets dried yellow bones crazy

Can't fade me, died lately

[Z-Ro]

Of course I'm thankful for another day, my Lord I can't lie

But everytime I wake up, seem like one of my people gotta die

Anthrax poisoning, Hussein and them blew up the Trade Center

Summer, Fall, Spring, Winter, people in the projects getting thinner
Barely enough government cheese, left to feed the rats

But we gotta get it how we live, and how we live is selling crack