Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Let Me Live My Life Lyrics

[Z-Ro]

 My life is like a mercy game, ducking and dodging crooked cops

 On a mission fishing for feddy, ready to make a knot

 I'm use to having less, and I just can't deal with the stress

 And it seems like everywhere I go, another nigga wanna test

 Brother don't disrespect yourself and get yourself up in a, vine

 Cause I'm a maniac with a mac, and a black back-pack

 Smoking up on the urban fat sack, I'm trying to keep from going off

 But niggas be trying to make me starve, when I need groceries in my house

 Wicked niggas say they be friends, but end up trying to kill your friends

 Always turn to foes, that's saying it's over millions

 Dealing with dirty niggas on a daily basis

 Don't really wanna fuck with em, but see they baby faces

 I gotta survive

 

 [Chorus - 2x]

 Let me live my life, nigga don't fuck with me

 To deal out these deeds, then you die

 And when it's my time hope I don't, cry

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Living in the ghetto, day by day

 I'm bumping trying to make a profit, cause I gotta get my pay

 You better, keep watching me and

 Pretty soon, you'll see man

 That I'm a real rich nigga from the Houston streets

 Fried out licking, looking for something to eat

 I'm on a mission, whipping birds like they stole something

 Pain, it make me wanna roll something

 I'm a soldier, and I'm outta my mind

 Voice mail beeping for days, cause I'm out on the grind

 Guess my daddy didn't love me, cause he turned his back

 Therefor the streets is my people, a nigga learned like that

 And I haaaad to get up, and bleed the block

 And it don't stop

 

 [Chorus - 2x]

 

 [Z-Ro]

 My nigga Herman Fisher doing fed time

 I remember like it was yesterday, it made the headlines, damn

 I had to start all over, but it didn't matter cause I was a soldier

 Walking around with a king size chip on my shoulder

 Missing my mama while I Iay down, on benches to sleep

 Snatching purses and hopping fences just to eat

 Still I maintain, I'm still in the same game chasing paper

 Bitch niggas be up in my business, like oops I'm erasing haters

 I'm S.U.C. for life, KMJ until I'm finished

 Like Popeye from the ghetto, but a nigga don't need no spinach

 All I need is my Nina when I be flipping birds

 Cause all I have in this world, is my balls and my word

 

 [Chorus 4x]