Tema: Z-Ro - Tekstovi Pesama

Block Bleeder

[Talking]
Z-Ro the Crooked, 2K motherfucking 1
This for all my motherfucking block bleeders
Fuck 9 to 5, know I'm saying
I'm talking to the niggas that gon survive
The motherfucking nine, nickels and dimes
Stracks, fifty pack, feel that, nigga get your paper

[Den Den]
Got me pissed off frustrated, you know you outta line
Plus I'm trying to count you getting high, off this Alabama tie
Falling short of my plans, so my anger is rising
Let me take out I-10, while my pressure is climbing
I can't mind on drank, so I'm in another mode
Moving way too fast, down this one way road
Let me catch my snap, before I roll another crap
And regret what I done, I been really shaft
Its a fact that my block, be hotter than the sun
You can sco' anything there, from drank to marijuana
And the corner, is for the stronger heart
Separate the men from the boys, and the weak from the smart
And apart, from all these hoe ass laws
Its a 24 no tolerance, for those that crawl
Through my block, you might get your busted
Dick in the dust, for fucking with us on my block

[Chorus]
Block bleeder, surviving in the game
I wanna live righteous, but I need to stack change
I know I'm going through it, but I gotta maintain
Block bleeder, surviving in the game
My block is on fire, and I'm addicted to the flame
Stain after stain, know what I'm talking mayn

[Z-Ro]
Judge me not, on what you see, nigga
Don't you realize, this life of mine is killing me
Straight from a Christian, to a heartless killa
Innocent child raised by the guerillas
Military minded, plus I'm starving for scrilla
Affiliated with killas, that shermed out and tooted
But we don't know no better, paper's got our mind polluted
I repent for my sins, cause I know my number's coming up
I'm paranoid my nigga, don't be running up
Whether friends or foe, I really don't know
That's why I'm warning you Ro, you need to just
Back up a ski taste, or I'll be tagging your toe
Since these punk ass individuals, drag my name through the mud
I ain't got nothing to say to niggas, unless they after the bud
Pumping pack after pack, barley missing a platinum plack
HPD be on a nigga with no slack, I want executive money
The CEA, Chief Executive Artist, instead of 36 ounces
Pistol grip and a cartridge, a block bleeder

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
The block is hot as a clinic, but its profession to me
And like Juve I'm posted up, so I can watch for the sweet
I've been less fortunate, and had to hustle all my life
Listening to people say, its gon be alright all my life
I even got a lady that's been faithful, all my life
She's still my gavel, cause I can't afford to call her my wife
I should be thankful that Dennison Dre, done gave me some help
But I'm depending on grown men, and I'm a grown man myself
Feeling lesser than nothing, and barely fucking with zones
Its like an obstacle course of dynamite, under every corner
I bob and weave through the hard time, my life is pain
From struggle where niggas fired, the reason that I record mine
Infrared, nigga you better protect your head
On my block when we kill eachother, no tears get shed
You take a front from a nigga, you better be quick to pay up
Bring his feddy back on time, or he'll be quick to spray ya
Twenty Fo' seven packing a Mac 11, on my turf
Running away from the police, chunking evidence like a Nurf
I'd rather sell my own records, Chief Executive Artist
Instead of 36 ounces pistol grip and a cartridge, a block bleeder

[Chorus]

Blast Myself

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
I wake up in the morning & I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
Before I go to sleep at night I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
Look at myself in the mirror & I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
I got problems but too much pride for me to ask for help.
So is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
Tell me where to go to get a peace of mind
’Cause all I see is suicide receivin’ me by my tec9
Although my tattoo reads "No more pain"
Lately I feel the needle hit me up in vein
Most of my real niggas are dead
They done left me with my fake friends
The ones that "always need you
But don’t appreciate" friends
I’m solo when I roll
I live & die by myself
That way nobody can blame me for the death of somebody else
’Cause the way these niggas hate me is an epidemic
I’m in the line of fire 24/7
Constantly steppin’ in it
Hate me ’cause I’m doin’ good
Hate me ’cause I ain’t doin’ bad
At least I got to be a Dad
But I got no seeds
I used to bleed for some other cats creation
But as far as I’m concerned I would’ve burned for those creations
My family didn’t make it
Make me wonder will I last myself.
So is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
I wake up in the morning & I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
Before I go to sleep at night I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
Look at myself in the mirror & I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
I got problems but too much pride for me to ask for help.
So is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
It ain’t that I sound like 2Pac
I sound like stress
Just like automatic when I’m down & depressed
I shed tears ’cause I do it so good
Thanks to my nothin’ ass homies off the block
Nigga fuck my hood
I couldn’t shit, shower or shave
Unless I was willin’ to pay
That’s why I wasn’t willin’ to stay
I could do bad by myself
I ain’t even have no money for me
And y’all was laughin’ like me sufferin’ was funny to see
So wonder why I don’t give a fuck about bein’ here
On the other hand I murder muthafuckers
"Do we have a problem here?"
If you beat me to the trigger
I ain’t mad homey
At least I ain’t gotta cry no more
No more feelin’ sad homey
I know Trae got my back
He gon’ look out for my people
God leave me not into temptation
Deliver me from evil
And if it’s my time, I’m ready
If it ain’t, I’m a ask myself.
Man, is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
I wake up in the morning & I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
Before I go to sleep at night I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
Look at myself in the mirror & I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
I got problems but too much pride for me to ask for help.
So is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?

[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
I ain’t tryin’ to be a role model, but I am.
What kind of role model get arrested for 300 grams?
I struggle with my addiction, I ain’t perfect
Realize that it’s bringin’ me closer to my grave
So maybe it’s worth it
The more codeine I drink
The more I’m not awake
I’m like a prisoner
And syrup is the way I escape
But this message is to the kids
Do as I say & not as I do
’Cause there could be a brighter future for you
But as for me; all I know is drama, all I know is pain
27 & I don’t know how to smile & that’s a shame
I came in 1977, the first one
By age 10 or 11 full blown smokin’ blunts
’Cause weed was what I needed to evade & escape
But reality would end up smackin’ me dead in my face
Now that I’m gone, I got no more cheeks to turn.
So I ask myself, man is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?

[Outro: Z-Ro]
Went to the preacher full of liquor
Tryin’ to ask for help.
Said is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
Movin’ so fast I done fucked around & cast myself.
Man is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
I’m tired of bein’ broke. Where was I when the cash was dealt?
Man is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
I just can’t take it, I ain’t even gotta ask myself.
Maybe life ain’t worth livin’ I’m a Blast Myself.

Bottom To The Top


DJ Drama Queen

[Chorus: x2]
Bottom all the way to top
And it seem like a struggle so I had to get out
No doubt
I'm bout my paper so I had to smash
150 on my dash
So you know I'm rollin fast
All about my cash
[Repeat]

[Mike D:]
Since 16 I can remember a Benz on her
Now I'm out in Sunny California
On that marijuana
I'm talkin an ole G
And the drank got me leaning
Put the 84's on a '64 and show em how the gangsta leanin
I was at the bottom now I'm at the top
Switched up my style and they don't like me now
I put it in yo face that's why I stay on your mind
And y'all can keep haitin but I'm a stay on the grind
Can't slack one second can't lack one minute
Ain't got a million yet daddy but the plot thicken
With that said I will kill niggas dead
Go to playing with my bread
And I'm a show you how to play it
Pass out four and a half
The hood a get ya (Third Ward)
Somebody should have told that boy I'm bout business
24/7 around the clock
That's why I get nonstop
From the Bottom to the Top (yea)

[Chorus: x2]
Bottom all the way to top
And it seem like a struggle so I had to get out
No doubt
I'm bout my paper so I had to smash
150 on my dash
So you know I'm rollin fast
All about my cash

[Z-Ro:]
No weapon will prospeer that's formed against me (formed against me)
So you can pull the trigger til the clips are empty (clips are empty)
Or you can tie a rope in a noose and even lynch me (even lynch me)
If GOD ain't ready for me to go you can't send me (bitch)
You crab in a bucket holdin on to my leg (on to my leg)
Don't wanna see me make over the edge
I'm full speed ahead
Nothin can stop me
Even if the prison block me
I'm a press 100, 000 and sell each and every copy
From a Jalopy to a Jag
No more doing bad
Who go carry all the money I can't fit in my pants
We eat offer 130 hard hits
Got a 30 yard 6
For you dirty fraud tricks
Candy doors open and close
On the van and Magnum and the Lac
I remeber where I came from and I ain't goin back
I ain't talkin about the hood
I'm talkin about when it wasn't all good
Understood

[Chorus: x2]
Bottom all the way to top
And it seem like a struggle so I had to get out
No doubt
I'm bout my paper so I had to smash
150 on my dash
So you know I'm rollin fast
All about my cash

[Z-Ro:]
Ain't no time to play
Pull it in perspective
Time for hoe checkin bitch made nigga wreckin and collecting
Memory weapon selecting
Cause a mind is a terrible thing to waste
I'm a keep my mind in they face
Cause I'm thinkin throwed making decisions
On how to come up on anothe million
Even though my people wanna hate
I'm in love with my state, yes I am
How they feel abou TexasI don't give a damn
From the Bottom all the way to the top of another sticky situation
Too many women wanna have relations
I'm coastin
Inside of my trunk is a big commotion
Twelve 12's ripping it wide open
Don't make me jump executive up in this bitch
Double breasted three piece suit with fedora and gator wing tips
Everyday of the week I sleep on satin and silk sheets
Cause I got em
At the top all the way from the bottom

[Chorus:]
Bottom all the way to top
And it seem like a struggle so I had to get out
No doubt
I'm bout my paper so I had to smash
150 on my dash
So you know I'm rollin fast
All about my cash

Bottom all the way to top
And it seem like a struggle so I had to get out
No doubt
I'm bout my paper so I had to smash
150 on my dash
So you know I'm rollin

[Chorus: x2]
Bottom all the way to top
And it seem like a struggle so I had to get out
No doubt
I'm bout my paper so I had to smash
150 on my dash
So you know I'm rollin fast
All about my cash

Boss

"Who's the man? Who's the Boss? Who's the nigga that paid the cost?
I really don't give a damn 'cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss..."

"Who's the man? Who's the Boss? Who's the nigga that paid the cost?
I really don't give a damn 'cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss..."

[Chorus: Mýa]
H U S T L E you know we
Run this city baby
They can't do it like you do
They ain't got it like you do
Boss.
H U S T L E you know we
Run this city baby
They can't do it like you do
They ain't got it like you do
Boss.

[Verse 1: Mýa]
Every single day I appreciate you give me what I want
I know the game done changed but you still remain & you stay posted up, oh, oh
And when the block gets hot you know I got you baby
Until it cools down
I'm gonna stay right here it's forever 'til we both meet the ground.
Get yo' money.

[Chorus: Mýa]
H U S T L E you know we
Run this city baby
They can't do it like you do
They ain't got it like you do
Boss.
H U S T L E you know we
Run this city baby
They can't do it like you do
They ain't got it like you do
Boss.

[Verse 2: Mýa]
Every other day when it rains it pours
Livin' in the hood
And it's so sexy how you change up the weather report you flip back bad to good, oh, oh
And you just the kinda man I been lookin' for
So I'm a hold you down
And just like Martin needs Coretta, Bonnie needs her Clyde
And that's just what I found
In you, oh, oh.

[Chorus: Mýa]
H U S T L E you know we
Run this city baby
They can't do it like you do
They ain't got it like you do
Boss.

[Z-Ro:]
I'm just ridin'.

[Mýa:]
I'm just ridin'.

[Z-Ro:]
On my grind.

[Mýa:]
On my grind.

[Z-Ro:]
I'm just ridin'.
On my grind.

[Mýa:]
All the time.
Boss.

[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
Damn right I'm a hustler baby
I don't move unless it's gon' pay me
I know you wanna see me but I don't know maybe baby
'Cause I'm tryin' to get rich daily.
Damn right I'm a Boss & you know that
But when I leave the house I can't wait until I go back
I got a miss of mo' packs to get some more stacks
From Houston & DC but I'll be back
Baby I'll be that
I know you like kutch with no C's in the sack
I'm just playin' wit you baby, but I know you feel that
I'm tryin' to get us a meal, get buck so we can relax
Somewhere but can't nobody find out where we at
Sellin' a 4 & a halves an ounce was the rest
But I'm runnin' this city & can't ? do it like me
'Cause I do it like this, gon' be rich.

[Chorus: Mýa]
H U S T L E you know we
Run this city baby
They can't do it like you do
They ain't got it like you do
Boss.
H U S T L E you know we
Run this city baby
They can't do it like you do
They ain't got it like you do
Boss.

"Who's the man? Who's the Boss? Who's the nigga that paid the cost?
I really don't give a damn 'cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss..."

"Who's the man? Who's the Boss? Who's the nigga that paid the cost?
I really don't give a damn 'cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss..."

[Mýa:]
Get your money.

Bud Sack


[Talking:]
Shit let me see that light, (huh nigga)
Is there any weed, (hold up nigga damn what's wrong with you nigga)
Cause nigga, mayn I'm stressing like a mo'fucker
(for what), I gotta turn myself in man
(oh I forgot about that shit man fuck), but not today though
(oh well shit fuck it, you all good then)

[Z-Ro:]
I'm breaking, my bud sack down (bud sack down)
And representing, H-Town (H-Town)
My homies, are always down (always down)
Whenever, I'm rolling round (rolling round)
I keep my hand, on my strap (on my strap)
I bet I blow back your nap, (your nap)
I fuck you up brah, so quick (so quick)
And all you haters, raise up off my dick (my dick)
I'm repping, the Screwed Up Click (Up Click)
Time to lace your shoes up bitch, (up bitch)
I bet you won't fuck around, (around)
Cause I'm the coldest nigga in my town, (my town)
You can get your shit, and shoot-shoot all days up
But I don't give a fuck, cause ain't nobody gonna touch me
I bet you, I be standing in the end
I gotta remain living, and counting Benjamins

[Z-Ro:]
Do I fuck with laws naw, I don't fuck with Paul Wall
And I'm riding in some'ing big enough, to get rid of all y'all
Whenever I get to wrecking, I might keep my flow slow like
Big ass momentary kush, and a codeine cup with no ice
Flow nice with the pen and pad, and dangerous with that op top
I'm also known to paint stains, that bang and make your house rock
Make a mouth drop, whenever I'm seen bending a corner
Put my shit in park and hop out, and just might take someone to the corner
What's cracking that six cracking, that's what that do
My body got tattoos, mainly cause my track blue
Get a millnuver or ruger, from a Hoover as he maneuvers
I run to ya as I do ya, your boxing game is straight manure
Been the King of the Ghetto, since 1999
I remain groove in my kingdom, with my nine right by my side
I lay and wreck, your motherfucking chest at
Get ready for this right here, I'm about to leave you breathless bang

[Z-Ro:]
They say my attitude is grass, but that shit just make me laugh
Now shut up before I pull out my piece, and plug you in your calve
And if you ain't by yourself, I'll wipe out your whole staff
And even a nickname for me, I'm still gon have the last laugh
So fuck with me if you want, I'ma put you to bed
And pretend I'm a pilgrim on Thanksgiving, and butcher your head
This is a freestyle, cause it come from the top of my head
Meanwhile there's a light shining, on top of my led
You ask why, cause I'm trying to see with it
And it don't matter where I'm at, whether private or public I'ma be with it
So I hold down the hammer, and I let myself go
Since my fingerprints ain't on the bullets, they'll never know it was Z-Ro
That's right I sneak around, like a thief in the night
Knuckle up with me, if you want you'll lose your teeth in a fight
Cause I'm grown man, in a couple of months I'll be back home man
Traveling the way a king suppose to travel, over grown man

Bring My Mail


[Talking:]
That's right nigga, King of the Ghetto in this. Check it out.

I'd like to thank my fans, for all the love mail and the hate mail,
Every time I was in jail, an the judge didn't let me make bail.
The prosecutor gave me my time, and laughed in my face,
Cause he knows I'm goin' from first to last place.
So I'm makin out another commissary list,
Stamped envelopes, soups, oatmeal and tuna fish.
Soda, candy, cool offs, coffee is as close to codeine as I can get it,
Hopin this weekend I get another visit.
But I ain't stressin I'm just countin down weeks,
Poppin muscle relaxers so I'm always sleep.
The warden want the CO's to catch me slippin,
But they ain't trippin,
So they bringin me burgers and barbecue chicken.
Some of them love me, some of them they can't stand me,
Probably cause I'm rich and in the world I ride candy.
They think they put me through hell,
But I can't tell,
It don't matter what they do as long as they bring my mail.

Bring my maaaaaiiiillll, bring my mail. My mail. (My mail, my mail, my mail)
You can bring my maaaaaiiiillll, bring my mail. My mail. (My mail, my mail, my mail.)

Ain't nothin on the TV but Jerry Springer,
And the sexy guard in the picket, but the windows are tinted so you can barely see her.
I really hope they call rec in a sec,
Otherwise work out a lil bit or try to get a channel check.
Certain officers try to give me a hard time,
And the GI's watching tryin to catch me throwin up gang signs.
For no reason at all, they constantly harrass me,
Tryin to get me to lose my temper, so they can gas me.
It's funny,
Cause I got so much pride they can't take none of it from me,
They just mad cause they ain't makin enough money.
And still gotta work on holidays, all day and night,
Takin it out on me, cause I'm in all white,
But it's all right I just lay back,
When I get out I'd love to see they faces when I peel out in my Maybach.
Meanwhile I can't even tell I'm in jail,
Cause I'm doin swell,
Y'all can kiss my ass on the way to bring my mail.

Bring my maaaaaiiiillll, bring my mail. My mail. (My mail, my mail, my mail)
You can bring my maaaaaiiiillll, bring my mail. My mail. (My mail, my mail, my mail.)

I'm usually out eatin for the holidays, but instead,
I be sharin meat packs and noodles with my cellies and we fed.
Cause we're two gun runnin homies, gettin hit up,
Drinkin hooch till we fall off and it's hard to get up.
But there's always one that wanna ruin it,
You know the one that's always pointin fingers, he the one that be doin it.
Runnin off at the mouth but ain't man enough to repeat it to the ranks,
So they takin both the TV's out the tank.
No necessities either, but we can wash our own clothes,
But somebody gon' get slit if we don't get to watch the Super Bowl.
I don't even look at television in the world,
So I'm good I'll write a rap or write a couple of girls.
Or read me a book to put some fat on my brain,
Before I come back to prison they'll have to murder me mayn.
My in and out the jailhouse gotta stop,
But in the meantime I gotta see how many new pictures I got.
Bring my mail.

Bring my maaaaaiiiillll, bring my mail. My mail. (My mail, my mail, my mail)
You can bring my maaaaaiiiillll, bring my mail. My mail. (My mail, my mail, my mail.)

But

I been through enough with you
For a matter fact to much with you
And loving doesn't mean I will continue to fuck with you
This aren't a fuck you song, it's a thank you for not loving me, causing me to love myself
This is an I love you song.
How can I please somebody that can't be please?
There aren't nothing for Z-Ro to do but leave.
Aren't no such thing as a happy home unless I'm leaving alone
Even though its not your time of mouth your cycle is on..
Though I get enough beef in the street to eat,
When I get to the cub you try to feed it to me every time you speak.
R. Kelly got you self-centered
What about when a brother is fed up?
Its hard to keep his head up
See but this is the last time your going to try to run my life
You wanna run something?
Become a Dyke and get yourself a wife

[Bridge]
Me?
I'm going to miss you,
But the size 12 can kick you where the good lord spilt you,
Not trying to diss just telling you why I love you
Bitch

[Chorus]
Thank for making it hard to make it better for us.
I was just trying to make some chitter for us.
I'm a one woman man
But
When my one woman starts tripping
You can find where the strippers be striping.
I went out to get it and I came back with it
I never complain I just handle my business
God is my witness
I'm a one woman man
But
When my one woman starts tripping
You can find where the strippers be striping.

Just be a lady in the street
You oughter to be a freak in the sheets
Just be respectful when your speaking to me
They say you never miss a good thing until its on its way out
You should have seen the sign when I started to stay out all night long
Dodging your call on the phone, not because I'm cheating
But I'm drinking and chafing, comtraplaing(s) if I'm staying or leaving.
It aren't no question if I love you girl, it just your attitude makes me wanna hurl
I know I give it to you
How you want it when I'm in you
You just say the word I just slow down change position
And then continue
Then you be acting like you don't know me when your aren't sexing
I in jail stressing, and your mad at me for not showing affection
Pardon me for being human
If I'm not pleasing you then you got a problem with what I'm doing.

[Bridge]
Me?
I'm going to miss you,
But the size 12 can kick you where the good lord spilt you,
Not trying to diss just telling you why I love you
Bitch

[Chorus]
Thank for making it hard to make it better for us.
I was just trying to make some chitter for us.
I'm a one woman man
But
When my one woman starts tripping
You can find where the strippers be striping.
I went out to get it and I came back with it
I never complain I just handle my business
God is my witness
I'm a one woman man
But
When my one woman starts tripping
You can find where the strippers be striping.

Our relationship faded
I wish we would have made it I sha hate it
But I got my sanity back and I wouldn't trade it
For a meal ticket, aren't no maybe we'll kick it
I don't want that
Like getting out of prison I'll do anything not to go back
Could it be meant for me to be one deep by myself while I'm awake and sleep
Thank to you I don't spend no more time try to please somebody else
Now all my time and effect is put into pleasing me
Straight up
I'm gone and your going to miss Joy'Mack(s)
Aren't no use in calling my phone
Because there aren't no getting wrote back
I don't want to go to the movie or out to eat
Only way your going to see me
Is if you see me out in the street
I thought you was my future wife girl
But maybe my experience with you was
Peroration for me to find the right girl

[Bridge]
Me?
I'm going to miss you ,
But the size 12 can kick you where the good lord spilt you,
Not trying to diss just telling you why I love you

[Chorus]
Thank for making it hard to make it better for us.
I was just trying to make some chitter for us.
I'm a one woman man
But
When my one woman starts tripping
You can find where the strippers be striping.
I went out to get it and I came back with it
I never complain I just handle my business
God is my witness
I'm a one woman man
But
When my one woman starts tripping
You can find where the strippers be striping.

Call My Phone

[Chorus:]
Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you nappy-headed hoes goin get none from me
Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you niggas can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake ass homeboys won't get none from me

[Z-Ro:]
I don't need know help my nigga
I can do bad on my own
And I don't need no company lil momma
Even tho I know you give great dome
I rather play my Xbox 360 while smoking and sipping drank
Ain't even goin waste no gas, going to get some ass, I'm a keep my gas in my tank
Leave my money in my pocket I never leave it with hoes
Put a ring on my own finger cause I sleep with Z-RO
Homie I don't giva fuck about what you drive or how much money ya got
And I don't giva damn if y'all really like me or not
I see your lips moving but I can't hear nothing, cause I'm not listening
Hoe you only talking to me because my teeth are glistening
And Y'all niggas be riding dicks so much y'all need a dildo
That way when you think about Z-RO, you can shove it up in yo ass real slow
I'm a gangsta, but I'm a man first, and I tallerate no disrespect
My momma if it's money for me to make weed goin slip the sex

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug:]
Slim Thugga, Mothafucka
I'm trying stay rich, fuck a bitch (fuck a bitch)
I rather hit the studio and make another hit (another hit)
Stop calling on my phone man I'm on some other shit
Just leave a nigga alone, I ain't the suckers you fucking with
Cause bitch you ain't about to get no dime or no quality time
I rather be on my grind, smoking weed, writing rhymes
All you rapping ass niggas calling me to get signed
Want me to rap for free, you done lost yo mind (you done lost yo mind)
I don't care how long I knew ya give a fuck if we kin
We went to high school together giva fuck if we friends
Ya ain't talking bout shit if you ain't talking about end's
Bring ya ten G's, I see what'cha talking bout then
All you roaching ass niggas and hoes in my face
Can't get it crumb from me, no so don't waste
Yo mothafuckin crime tryna plot on mine
I got my cash in my stash locked down, so now...

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro:]
It's a shame having a cell phone, but don't want it to ring
Cause I don't wanna deal with bull shit people and the bull shit they might bring
That's why I send them the voice mail heaven I don't wanna talk
Cause bull shit run a marathon, I rather keep it real and walk
I don't giva damn about how pretty you look, you can still kiss my ass(kiss my ass)
Especially if I got to choose between you and my cash(my cash)
I'm a choose money everytime, anywhere I can always get a new whip
Besides, I'm what bitches be trying find, I'm young, black and I'm rich
If you thinking I'm goin pay money to hit that ass
I gotta trick for your ugly ass
I'll dismiss you right after I hit you and then go fuck your friends
Then you'll be ready to committing suicide and then I'll never speak to you again
My nigga Gredy, my nigga Rickby, my nigga Michael Coleon
Them only three niggas phone number programed in my phone
They call me the king of the ghetto, because I rule this bitch
I'm about business I don't participate in foolishness, bitch

Can't Leave Drank Alone

I can't leave drank alone it got me feening
(Feeling feeling good feeling like a boss as I'm Flippin Through Tha hood... all)
I can't leave drank alone
It got me feening
(Feening feeling good
Feeling like a boss cause I'm creeping trough the hood)
I can't leave drank alone
You got a nigga feeling
(Ain't even goin to lie this drank gots me feeling
Like I'm walking on the sky)

[Verse 1:]
Ya'll would think that with 3 felony cases
I would leave drank alone
I'm still out on bond
And I'm a keep dranking till all the drank is gone
Damn right I'm high as the sky be
Over g4 and g5 that's where I be
And then it's back to reality
Cause I could hear the sirens
Woot woot dam hpd right behind me
I got a little weed and a pint and a half
But thanks to don I got a stash spot
And since my doctor wrote me this prescription
Ain't no body got to bond my ass out
Still rolling in that three double o
With my name in my grill on top of fours
And I'm in love with mary jane and codine
I don't love these hoes
I can remember my first couple I was so in love
So when I wake up in the morning
Before I brush my teeth I'm pouring up
Lil momma you a dime piece
But I'll fuck you up if you touch my cup
Cause it ain't cheap like it used to be
And this one cost 350 bucks
Me and dj screw poured up a pint
On my twenty second birthday
And that day was a monday
But a nigga didn't wake up until thursday
I handle my business
So I think I deserve to get throwed
So I'm a bar baby now just like my nigga big moe

I can't leave drank alone
It got a nigga feening
(Feening feeling good
Feeling like a boss as I'm Flippin trough the hood)
I can't leave drank alone
It got a nigga feening
(Ain't even goin to lie this drank gots me feeling
Like I'm walking on the sky)

[Verse 2: Lil O]
Sippin on the speed tapes
Heading to the weed place
This boys think they ball baby
They should see what we weight
Some pints of that drank
Zips of the dro
Cups all muddy
Told your bitch to hit it slow
Tops down on 59
You know I'm tippin slow
I could hear HAWK sayin
Mayne your trippin o
Slow your ass down mayne
But me I'm like fuck it
I got money in my pocket and
Tonight it's going down
Cause you know I like sipping
On that purple stuff
Purple kush in my bong
Takin purple puffs
And the babies in the city
Won't flirt with us
Five kilos I'm a take
To put in work for us
With some down side busters
We gon stay pouring up
Ask about O mayne
I stay showing up
If I sell 2 million
I got to foward it up
If you wanna roll with money
Then you better roll with us
Cause we be sippin on big drank daily
Yelling to the haters fuck you daily
Lil o and ro we don't play G
For real

I can't leave drank alone
It got me feening
(Feening feeling good
Feeling like a boss as I'm Flippin trough the hood)
I can't leave drank alone
It got a nigga feening
(Ain't even goin to lie this drank gots me feeling
Like I'm walking on the sky)

City of Killers (feat. Trae & Bam & Taz)


[Whisper:]
City of Killers.
City of Killers.

[Bam:]
Tryin' to feel my inside soul 'cause a angel told me it's cold
But ain't no way I can fold with a pair of nuts this damn swoll
'Cause where a nigga was raised, don't nobody play games
It's like your life is a sweet & reality's the flame.
So why the fuck you tryin' to torture with that dip in the middle?
It's like I'm swallowin' mighty bites while you be nibblin' on skittles
'Cause this city we in, it ain't no such thing as friends
And once it comes down to paper, you down to bump off your kin.
You think I'm lyin'? What thoughts be in my head as I walk around
So now you know when you see me why my face is quick to chalk a frown
'Cause I don't trust nobody, nope, not a god damn soul
So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of cold
Thinkin' why niggas let me broke in this city of Houston
But ain't no stoppin' Bam, I'm a keep my ego to boostin'
'Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me & bitches that jock
I got killers in my click & I keep thugs on my block.

[x2]
Well, I'm just lettin' you know don't test me, I'm with the chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average nigga from that Mo'
Lookin' out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way that clicked your spine
And now your cryin' 'cause you realize that your dick can't even get hard.

[Trae:]
Who the hell could it be peepin' on me?
T to the R to the muthafuckin' A E
Killers that's like mad trucks with a bust, better duck
Who the fuck runnin' up so nigga what 'fore I leave my star full of that heat
Gotta watch my back 'fore I be alone
That shit is gon' fall & the while back me up
To the sides shapey grin, gotta know get enough for them
That T to the E to the E to the A
It's goin' down South Klique, what you wanna do
Bitch throwin' up my set, infrared's to your chest with a mess
Now stop you drop, like sweat it out my face
What killers want right behind me, I think you lyin' so try me
These haterfied niggas don't play
Cut in all my killers 'til the day I'm dead & deceased
It'll be, us niggas out Houston won't ever fade
What I'm all about, hopin' with open kickin' eyes open, peepin'
I gotta be scopin' better keep wishin' G's on these streets be low
'Til the point of my life I can't go, got hatred not 'cause a hoe
K I double L A K L A N to the B to the A to the M, gotta represent
Never know with a lifestyle, with a 5 dollar with a mile
Gotta get my life be twistin' thoughts, a thought in the vault
You can't forget & you feel the anger, with one in the chamber
Grill in the back, but it's your, me & T.A.Z. on the regular.
My K, 5's don't give a damn to hustle so hoes what's up?
Can't change on my feet to the dip, droppin' tops
'Til the player get a hit, to the drink to the brain get me crunk
Get a boost can't tougher shit, City Of Killers & it get loose.

[Z-Ro:]
Fuck around & pull out my AK & bust yo' ass in the head
I'm tryin' to leave you dead with an infrared
I never be givin' a fuck about you
You got me goin' me crazy. (Got a nigga goin' crazy)
You got me goin' crazy. Crazy.

[TAZ:]
TAZ the all mighty devil, specialize in the methods of torture
So steppin' without a weapon's not a good idea, just thought I'd warn you
I'm not your average nigga I'm a Gorilla, just look at the frown on my face
Runnin' with the pack, ready to attack
Fucked-up & get your whole crew erased
If you think I'm playin' come test me
Better catch me slippin' to get the best of me
Deadly, when me toss this K to you
Focused & keep my aim steady 'cause it's serious
And I run with killers, dealers & gorillas comin' to get you
Better make a move fast, when I blast
With no feelings with a firm grip on my trigger
Open fire with no hesitation, infiltratin' start eliminatin'
Your troops execution style, leavin' 'em face down on the pavement
A career with them here, look 'em up & let's see who's the boss
Watchin' it get raw, comin' home with 3 hitter quitters
That'll beat you up from the back gone, makin' niggas mind
Representin' Gorilla Mob to the fullest, let me pull it
To the made a mistake & try to give me a break
And then use it when you pull it, in the City Of Killers
Only the tough & the strong & those who have hearts survive
Gorilla Mob's on the rise, nigga.

[x2]
Well, I'm just lettin' you know don't test me, I'm with the chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average nigga from that Mo'
Lookin' out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way that clicked your spine
And now your cryin' 'cause you realize that your dick can't even get hard.

[Z-Ro:]
Got my glock 44 & I think to myself
A murderin' I'm gon' grow
But I got the fever, for the favor of a big pocket
And a blue white, come with the look so sneaky
I major in at 175 pounds, ?then I'm gone in a few minutes?
Around when I come around, in red Chucks
But a nigga can't even see me or hear me, fear me
When I'm in a zone of depression, gotta get a crib
Gotta get a Lac, but I can't get a job
But I really gotta get a weapon, then I be steppin'
Really be steppin' & a muthafucker temper
Start motivation drainin' really bumpin' the fat
And your shit'll get up out your purse
Everything I see, I'm claimin' as mine
With a muthafuckin' 9, if you don't give & dump
Nigga we got good skills & runnin' endo in
You don't wanna meet that E, really beat your feet
'Cause I don't hesitate to pull a trey 8 to the chest plate
Then I want a rake to scrape the plate, with a mouth full of diamonds
And the 5th wheel, be steady reclinin'
'Cause I got ends on a All Star Lex at first
84's & boulder blocks, elbows shinin'
Chargin' don't give it up, what it takes don't never retire
Gotta get the glock 'cause I gotta be makin' my money
By robbin' & stealin' drug dealin' try to make a million
And plus thinkin' 'about feddy & runnin' my city
In the City Of Killers.

[x2]
Well, I'm just lettin' you know don't test me, I'm with the chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average nigga from that Mo'
Lookin' out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way that clicked your spine
And now your cryin' 'cause you realize that your dick can't even get hard.

[Z-Ro:]
Fuck around & pull out my AK & bust yo' ass in the head
I'm tryin' to leave you dead with an infrared
I never be givin' a fuck about you
You got me goin' me crazy. (Got a nigga goin' crazy)
You got me goin' crazy. Crazy.