Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Still in the Hood Lyrics

(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]

 Nigga I'm tired, this drama got me booted and fried

 At least I got records in the store bitch nigga you getting dried

 Steady running around rapping and capping and talking shit

 I got gorillas every where be careful who you walking with

 Southside, south-sid for live, wouldn't want to be you

 Be running up on you closed casket nobody gonna see you

 Bitch it's over, barely with Barber right behind me in the rover

 My partner from Mercy told you we gone get you if we owe you

 Military minded I'm a S.U.C. soldier

 Don't want it if it's hard cause the south lets you see over

 I'm trying to keep my head on, but it's rolling off my shoulders

 When I lost my people god damn, my heart was pumping colder

 Shedding crocodile tears, man folks feeling this pain

 And left a stain in my brain so I'm cracking like a window pain

 On the edge having a conversation with my infrared

 All these fuck niggas can get it two to the head and get dead

 

 (Chorus)

 

 [Z-Ro]

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

 Taking out contracts on haters with a beam and a mask

 You can run you can hide but it ain't no escaping

 I'm a trend setter with a beretta for real it ain't no faking

 I done showed up, then I poured up, then I blowed up like heats

 Diamond slugs up on my teeth, I done been violent fuck the peace

 I got a slug for these haters that's approaching me wrong

 Let them mash off in first class there ain't no coaching my song

 Hydro-V to the dome, with it on back to the chrome

 I'm kind of quick to click so get gone or catch one to the dome

 Mo-City Texas that's my home, but I can rome all over

 So it's ghetto love these cats gone get me full up on sober

 Real recognize real, and the fake gone fade away

 Use to selling drugs to get that pay, but god done mad a way

 For me to stack my ends, my paper, my moola, my fetty

 And took this by surprise I knew you hoes wasn't ready

 

 (Chorus)

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Remember back in 94' they use to laugh at me team

 Now it's year 2k2 women be after me team

 But fuck a female, it's all about my retail

 On tapes and c.d.'s they was capping I stay making daily breakers

 C.d., and they chose to make tapes, up on the stage

 It use to be all about hooping now I'm all about getting paid

 Getting leid I can miss it, I'd rather have my digits

 Trying to get up on me a stack, taller than the tallest midget

 I'm on bitches than a red nose pit, with his mouth on it

 I be platinum 'fore it's over bitch I put the south on it

 You can put your mouth on it, if you ain't than zip it up

 Get off my dick bitch right quick because I'm about to rip it up

 And for no reason at all, it's fuck y'all

 Fuck around and get to busting so you best to best duck dog

 I've been going through a whole thang, everyday

 So I don't give a damn if you get chose man I got this k, and I don't play

 

 (Chorus - 3 1/2x)