[Z-Ro]They tell me put the dope down, and it won't hurt no moreBut the only thing I really seem to understand, is murda mo' They tell me keep my trigga finger easy, I'll open up your bodyToo many casualties around here, dead bodies around hereAnd I can't get caught up, preacher can you save me, save meThey said it was gonna get greater laterBut now I can't help to think that it ain'tBut a nigga was fed up with this life, thinking about running over to playCross my wrist, every last drop till I faintTaken out there, pulling smith for the thangs that I never didComing up as a a young kidTrying to get rid of all the animosity towards meThat was shown by the other kids, what do I doAnd why do everybody wanna see a nigga fallMama and daddy can't be found So when I'm stressed out, who the fuck can I callAll alone in my zone, with no friendsSo I chose to make friends with drugsCause everyday, everybody around meTrying to clown me, so I got afraid and I got buzzedOut of frustration came aggravationDepression coming down in my mindKept a nigga confused and straight cryingDying, from sweet sticks in lineThrowed off in my my mindTrying to wonder why do Jesus let this keep happeningTo a nigga that's steady being on his kneesAnd I'm begging you please, have mercy on meFind a nigga a better way, right about now I'm to the pointSomebody better take this infrared awayCause if it go too long, and I got a piece of chromeAnd I want to you to come and look and see The monster that you've created, look at what you did to me[Z-Ro]They tell me how the liquor ain't good for meBut it drowns out the vision of my casketIt's either my life or your life, that's rightI'm gon let you haaave itEveryday haters, can't understandThe way I move my hands in ways, not known to manCause I can't get caught upPreacher can you save me, save meCould it be the invisible, individual niggaThat got to get more bigger But big got a hand on one hitter, quarter I got biggerMotherfucking bombs mo' skits with a triggaShoots gun missiles, dropping a bombChucking hand grenades, C4's explodeWhen I be sleeping on the same bench, for nine daysLiving off of hot water and cheeriosHere it goes, my click back gotta rollNigga mom was thinking throwedA 24 fists apposed to thoseThey acting like nothing but bitches and hoesSuppose, all a nigga wanted was the good lifeLive in upper class, laying back on my assWith a maid and a butlerSipping on a ice cold glassGod damn it, I'ma do it but I had to start in the deuceTo em, nine plus one that's tenBetter think, many murders would of been avoidedI just wanted a friend, feel meBut they can't kill me, cause I don't give a fuckIf I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn no mo'You ain't dealing with the same motherfucker from three years agoWhen a nigga fight fair, knocking a patch out your hairBut it quickly, from a damn breaking, a nigga going crazyLook at what civilization done made meThis is my era of terror, I am the man with the gunThat admitted never to miss, would of ever missWhen it be busting, a lot of you gonna be rushingCause a nigga war like thisInnocent child with a smile with a dream of advancedTo the top, but I got a gun in your mouthYou want to respect me now, should ofRespected a nigga when you had a chanceHaters, been making me into a punk trying to figure me weakBetter get ready, fore' them put zip-locsAnd a whole of cops, and a whole lot of blood stainedSheets, drunk a lot of beers, shed a bunch of tearsWhen I reminisce on them years, when I see little boys and girls Living the life that I wanted to liveSince I really couldn't live with itIt's gonna be hard for the other motherfuckers to tryCause they dying, hey mamaI want my Tunker toys right nowDon't make me cry, I don't wanna have to kill againI kill em out, till the world is emptyLook at the the album coverThat's what you did to me(*talking*)If I done told you onceI done told you a thousand timesIt's plain to see that you can't change meNigga cause I'ma forever be a nigga for lifeA thug nigga, a Guerilla Maab niggaA Killa Klan nigga, a Mo City niggaMo City mean mo killers, mo blood spillersMo burglars, mo murderersMo kick door burglars, mo niggasThat'll slap a patch out your motherfucking assFor real, count on it, respect itTrust it and believe it, we ain't noFake ass niggas we real, packing loaded steelReady to bust at will, we don't love youLook at what you did to me
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