Z-Ro Album

[talking:]
King of the Ghetto, Z-Ro the Crooked that's me
King of the Ghetto Entertainment, Rap-A-Lot
Dean's List know I'm saying, that's what I ride to
When I'm rolling, through these mo'fucking city streets
Corner to corner, block to block
Witnessing nothing but bullshit, first hand
Niggaz killing niggaz, know I'm saying
Everybody killing niggaz, you know I'm saying
But we the main mo'fuckers, killing us
Tripping out here, for these god damn streets
To look good in these streets, to have thangs
In these motherfucking streets, man fuck these streets

[Z-Ro:]
Damn these city streets, are deadly to a brother
Cause they're full of crooked cops, and killers and undercovers
Everyday is the same thang, another fatal shooting
Somebody daddy done died, so they mama prostituting
Just to make ends meet, and get the bills paid
LyricsWonder why we bleed the corner dry, until the laws raid
Trying to make a dollar, out of nickel and a dime
KFC and McDonalds don't wanna hire me, because my teeth shine
In constant danger, keep one in the chamber
Cause I could become a victim, of some starving stranger
Thinking he can go through my pockets, and come up with some bread
When he found out I'm broke, he still gon leave a nigga for dead
So I hustle to breathe freely, and see another day
For the sake of my unborn babies, I keep a K
Trying to make sure the McVey name, repeat and repeat
Before somebody knock me off my feet, damn these city streets

[Hook x2:]
Damn these city streets, are hard to live in
Eighty percent of my partnas are dead, the rest in prison
All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision
I never forget to mention, god damn these city streets

[Z-Ro:]
Damn, these city streets'll eat you alive
It's beginning to be a full time job, just to survive
Tell me why I get pulled over, when I'm standing still
Why my homies wanna rob me, for my big face bills
It ain't no love in our lifestyle, it's all about greed
Can't trust nobody, cause everybody got a trick up they sleeve
I believe in struggling, cause that's all I've ever seen
Besides the county jail, and the light of an infrared beam
I use to keep a pistol, by my side
But it don't matter if I'm strapped, I'm still gonna die
Whether I'm evil or good, in the suburbs or the hood death is coming
Better be like Forest Gump, and just keep on running
Cause he'll be coming, like a thief in the night
Might be in the form of a jacker, trying to get you at the light
Houston Texas is restless, better keep your heat under your seat
'Fore somebody have your brains up under your feet, damn these city streets

[Hook x2]

[Z-Ro:]
I'm 27, but I'm feeling 71
I pray so much, I feel like I'm kin to the heavenly son
I dodge bullets on the daily, if I don't duck I'm stuck
Then I'll be another murder case, in back of that black truck
Damn these city streets, are full of yellow tape
I wish I could move around, but I feel I can't escape
Tell me where to go, tell me where to run to get away from drama
Seem like everywhere I go, they wanna put me with my mama
Does equality follow me, ain't nothing shaking
Justice and liberty for niggaz, is a house that's vacant
Therefor I'm stranded, where crimes are committed to bread
Forced to watch my people fall off track, like a bad wig
I dropped a lot of records, but I'm still broke
Can't afford to stay in the Four Seasons, but there's still hope
Lucifer is powerful, he ain't got no mercy on the weak
He got us suffering for nothing, motherfuck these city streets

Living in the city, living in the city [x2]

Damn these city streets, are hard to live in
Eighty percent of my partnas are dead, the rest in prison
All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision
I never forget to mention, god damn these city streets [x2]

Living in the city, living in the city [x2]

(feat. Tanya Herron)

[Z-Ro:]
My hand grabs the wheel, and foot mashes the pedal
Block to block corner to corner, looking at the devil
Making my brothers think, they got nine lives
They was so gangsta, until Lucifer got 'em caught up in a drive by
Lil' kids, witness father and uncles pass on
Then they grow up, to get they blast on
Everybody saying, that the black community is out control
Even in the suburbs, brains get blown
They blame rap, for the murder rate
But people go to the movies, and see murder for seven dollars then they imitate
What they done seen, on Terminator 1 through 3
Swarchengger's the Governor, we get L-I-F-E
Innocent victims, get a free ride to the grave
People that work hard get robbed, for every penny they save
It's like it ain't gon ever change, this world we live in cold
I hit my Hypnotic, then I continue to roll

Lyrics[Hook x2: Tanya Herron]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, as we con-tinue to roll

[Z-Ro:]
Can't even ride, through the hood no mo'
Without police pulling us over, looking for ounces of do'
Just cause I'm black, and got diamonds on my gold teeth
Ain't enough evidence, to say I sold a quarter ki
But even still, that's the way it is
And the main reason homes are broken, and baby mamas shed tears
And have to raise, they kids one deep
In and out of relationships, looking for a man so people pardon creeps
But what I see, is just a soul trying to survive
The main reason why d-boys, hustle with twenties and dimes
Lil' mama I feel your pain, trying to get ahead
Don't let that be the reason, with 24 hour open legs
I know life, is hard nosed
Will we ever get our forty acres and our mule, only God knows
Ain't no love seem like it ain't gon ever change, this world we live in is cold
Hit my gin and juice, and then I continue to roll

[Hook x2]

[Z-Ro:]
Ain't no love in the sex no mo', I see Bloods killing Bloods
And cuz killing cuz, I remember when it was
La familia, when we threw the sign
But brothers don't keep it gangsta, when brothers be doing time I ain't lying
That's why everybody, be on they own
Talking to they partna baby mama, on they mobile phone
Hood ain't hood, it don't matter where you living
Somebody from your hood, will try to make you take their place in prison
Ask my partna Griffin, why they be snitching and telling
Watching your pocket getting jealous, cause they mail ain't swelling
Before you know it you a felon, waiting on a release
Thinking revenge, cause a friend got you took off the streets
And then they wonder, why I roll solo
When I'm in the hood, don't consider Z-Ro as your homie no mo'
Let Ro go loc seem like it ain't gon ever change, this world we live in is cold
Hit my Mississippi Mud, and continue to roll

[Hook x4]

Twenty-four seven i'm in trouble for nothin',
To the laws on the topic of the daily discussion
Blood pumpin and rushin I gotta struggle to survive I be rappin but I cant do it a nine to five, long as it be legal I be willin' to try all I need is a pair of wings I be willin' to fly tryin to get a piece of the pie and they aint be thinkin I work for it I be doin' right but Im being punished on earth for it, what else can I do, to make an honest livin seem like whatever I do will get me up in prison, never seen me on the corner, never caught me with crack gotta dream of leavin the ghetto and aint comin back, homicide detective tryin to threaten me with some time, only thing I ever murdered was colla drew lines theres a patent in punishment in america's design, arrested and encarcirated for other peoples crimes its so amazing

[chorus]
Some times, one time, stereotyping, the jury aint guilty, they swear ive got to be runnin drugs, but I am, just a man, trying to stay satan free, to hell is where there taking me, I swear its so amazing to be a THUG, a True hero under gods sight from above.

[verse 2]
Everyday I see my people in poverty, and when I say my people I mean everybody I see, ain't no discrimination on Caucasians, or Asian or Mexicans, lesbians or the gay men, everybody gotta day to die and they wont miss it better be ready for company when death come visit, man I wish adam and eve wouldn't have been in the garden, got the devil swinging at me got me weavin and bobbin, homies are bein murdered by lieutenants and seargants, life's weeds were rooted just as soon as we harvest searchin' for sunshine, suffocated by darkness, lookin for protection in court tippin there fortress,
they tell me when I make there'll be no more pain, aint gotta be nervous about someone knowin ya name, everybody is your family theres love around you, even on earth god is your upper people down you

[Hook]
Have my curse, while on this earth, cause I cant find better days, but still I give the lord prays, even though these pirates request my blood, but I am, Just a man, tryin to stay satan free, through hell is where there taking me, its so amazing to be a thug, a true hero under gods sight from above.

The weight of my stress is like a 50 ton boulder, making my head heavy cant be lifted by my shoulders, now wonder why my head down, ive been thinkin to hard I can I cant be smoking my pipe I been drinkin to hard, i decided to give up and give it to god, instead of livin in the world imma live in the lord, gave up cussin this time while im spittin my bars, with a vision of me in prison a vision is fraud, investigators cookin the case, they coookin to hard, I know they know I didnt do it cause they lookin for claude, nobody hollin at me got me feelin like an outlaw, had a case against a brother but I broke it apart, no weapon formed against me share prosperous, it was written, even though machetes be cuttin and guns be spittin, I got a satan proof vest on, stompin the devils head off, with jesus imma stop him thats something you can bet on..amazing..

Some times, one time, stereotyping, the jury aint guilty, they swear ive got to be runnin drugs, but I am, just a man, trying to stay satan free, to hell is where there taking me, I swear its so amazing to be a THUG, a True hero under gods sight from above

[Chorus:]
Yaw niggaz,dont have to fuck wit me, cause i can do bad just bein one deep

Right now, For my next selection all you bitch ass niggaz and all you bitch ass bitches this ones dedicated to you cause yaw mutherfuckers aint shit i promise yaw aint shit

[Chorus:]
Yaw niggaz,dont have to fuck wit me, cause i can do bad just bein one deep.Yaw niggaz,dont have to

[Verse 1:]
Come around my way cause i dont need another fare wit a friend wit a trick up his sleeve actin like her really my potna but he's under my cheese im suffercated by the weak please leave let me breath
"remember"Yall Aint want me to hit the weed now im rappin you see me and tell me to hit the weed thankin you can get a v.i.p. pass and get in free but Joseph Mc Vey's enough company for me wanna kick it wit me cause i kick it wit the high class yaw didnt wanna kick it when i was down on my ass when im conerin bitches out Louis Vaton livin the point now them niggas tryna ruin my fun years livin the millinium im every bodys ton yaw niggas aint help me did it i did it for no one fuck showin love back i aint showin none

[Chorus:]
Yaw niggaz,dont have to fuck wit me, cause i can do bad just bein one deep.Yaw niggaz,dont have to fuck wit me, cause i can do bad just bein one deep.Yaw niggaz,dont have to

[Verse 2:]
Come to none of my shows or support my tapes casue wit or without your support ill still be staright the less niggas around me the betta i can consantrate when i caint thank straight i open up and just play it could be ya death day get besides your self we aint cool i thank u betta rewind ya self fo a semitary be were u gone find ya self so get ya feet and let the door close behind your self i dont need no friend i dont need no broad the only thing i need is the help of the good lord tryna kick it but mutherfuckers seem too hard im gone be keepin it real they gone be keepin it froad a hundred and fifty two percent are real wit me instead of runnin with the game i keep the steel wit me i can do bad one deep so i chill wit me

[Chorus:]
Yaw niggaz,dont have to fuck wit me, cause i can do bad just bein one deep.Yaw niggaz,dont have to fuck wit me, cause i can do bad just bein one deep.Yaw niggaz,dont have to
Lyrics
[Break Down:]
If you know a bitch ass nigga throw up ya handz
And if you know a bitch ass bitch throw up ya handz
If you know a bitch ass nigga throw up ya handz
And if you know a bitch ass bitch throw up ya handz
If you know a bitch ass nigga throw up ya handz
And if you know a bitch ass bitch throw up ya handz
If you know a bitch ass nigga throw up ya handz
And if you know a bitch ass bitch throw up ya handz

"Yaw niggaz aint gotta" Fuck wit me cause i can do bad just bein one deep. Yaw niggaz,dont have to fuck wit me, cause i can do bad just bein one deep.Yaw niggaz,dont have to
"I rememebr how u nigvga decided to playa hate,i like to take this tim out and give a special thanx to yaw thanx to yaw. i rember how u fellas decided to playa hate i like to take this time out togive a special thanx to yaw

(feat. Trae & P.O.P.)

[Hook:]
M16, I'm reloading my magazine
And I will murder, ever bumber clot run
Keep my hand, on my gun whoa

[Trae:]
I don't think they want the beef, cause these type of problems ain't fin to go away
These friends I'm packing with me, remind ya don't ever fuck with Trae
And if these bitches get up in you, ain't no need to pray
Cause praying with this pain, will have you praying they take you away
I still post up, and let niggaz know I don't bar a thang
I'm gangstafied motherfucker, talk down and watch I make it rain
And it ain't nothing that can stop it, I promise you that
I put that on the Truth, my brothers and Mr. Fat Pat
Now if they really want it, these niggaz gon have to get it
I'm trying to put something on your mind, just so you don't forget it
My M16, will be the reason niggaz take a loss
When I get it out, just watch how fast this bitch'll rearrange your house
LyricsThe shit I got, will make the laws back up and get the SWAT
But even what they got, will give it up cause these bullets be hot
I'm like original roster, who wanna run with me
Cause what I'm bringing out, don't think they wanna fuck with me

[Hook]

[P.O.P.:]
I keep a heater, but I'm known for my murder 16's
Killer speaker killer beats, so I murder 16's
So they M16's, tote a M16
I call it my bodyguard, cause they instance mean
In the streets of the city, it ain't no love
Them boys'll fuck you quick, without no glove
I'm riding, in haters road blocks
Them jackers don't stop, they'll blaze your whole spot
So a nigga on spot, with the gauges on cock
And them Orville Redenbach glocks, is on pop
So P.O.P., I will P-O-P
'Fore I let another mother-mother, squeeze on me
In the H to the T-X, you better pray or be X'd
They don't play you'll be next, you better raise your protection
Yes son, and just to see another day it's a blessing
So I keep a weapon, my

[Hook]

[Z-Ro:]
Is it me glock 40, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Is it me 45, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Is it me 3-57, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Me M16, taping off the murder scene
Inhaling potent doja, with muddy cup of codeine
Me people don't even play me close, cause them don't know me
Me don't want no company, me kick it with me lonely
And will murder anyone of you snitches, run up on me
But my grandmother didn't raise a killer, she raised up a Christian
But the fact that I was already down, and people kept kicking
Made me crazy, that's why I got no love for nobody lately
And I told y'all once before, none of my weapons have a safety
Ru-run up on me once, I'ma beat your ass down
Ru-run up on me twice, I'ma heat your ass down
Place you in another dimension, nobody can see you now
Rest in peace, I'm the king of the streets yeah

[Hook x2]

(feat. Bun B & P.O.P.)

[talking:]
Hell yeah nigga, ay yo

[Z-Ro:]
Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in class
At Dick Dall Middle School, all them niggaz would laugh
Telling me I would never make it, cause I rap too fast
I was desperately trying to find out, how to go from scraps to cash
Remember, how y'all use to chase me home from school
Just cause I sported corduroy britches, and Pro Wing shoes
I use to have a lunch card, cause them times was hard
Since the seven people living in one house, with no cars in the yard
I remember stressing so hard, I couldn't keep my focus
My only love was for extras, and overs
Fuck all you niggaz, don't make me slap the fuck out all you niggaz
If it ain't related to making paper, I ain't calling you niggaz
I bet Mo City remember, when I took it over with rapping
51-11 Ridgevan, moving that crack bitch I was stacking
LyricsResiduals redeemingly, I was raw mayn raw caine
Rapidly running my neighborhood, I was the law mayn
'Member when I dropped my first album, in '98
Fucking with Herman Fisher, but now that nigga hate me he's a cake
Suppose to be mad at me, tal'n bout I owe him some change
Nigga just mad cause they can't eat with me, I eat with Lil' James
Rap-A-Lot Mafia my man, y'all remember the Maab
This isn't Den-Den and Z-Ro, y'all better remember the squad
Two different labels but the same cable, remember we connected
Woodfair to Missouri City, two block of Screwed Up Texas

[Hook: x2]
Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes
They use to rank on my low budget clothes, and my glasses
Remember me, the same one they use to call egghead
Now I play with fed bread, and sleep on Gucci bed spreads

[P.O.P.:]
I remember the winters in the hood, no heat cold nights
No gas no lights, a ghetto low life
So my flow twice as strong, from the memories
I remember when my closest homies, turned to enemies
See niggaz tend to be, down when your bread up
But when you in the quicksand, they frown cause your legs stuck
Yeah I remember that, so you remember this
Hard times be my fuel, so I ain't finna quit
I vividly, R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R
Craig up in the E-R, bloody getting CPR
So before, the reaper come and turn me to a memory
I endlessly spit the heat, for the people to remember me
Me P.O.P., so many forgot bout
But not I, this for those who remember little Popeye
And I remember hot guys, ridiculed the flow
Now I'm front and center nigga, haters finna do me so

[Hook x2]

[Bun B:]
Shit I remember back in the game, it was tough
No matter what a nigga had, it was never enough
See if I had five I wanted ten, and if I had ten I wanted twenty
Fuck having some, shit I wanted plenty
Back in the gap, when I first hit the block
With my first 25, and a hand full of rocks
Posted up at Samantha house on the West, on the porch
Ready to give my nigga some work, or give him the torch
I remember telling my T, I wasn't going to college
And was headed to the streets, to get the rest of my knowledge
That broke her heart, and for that I had to go
So I went from the sidelines, to starring in the show
Everything came slow, and nothing came fast
Most times I was out of luck, and dead on my ass
But with the heart of a hustler, and the mind of a G
I came up, now I'm something to see Bun B

[Hook x2]

[Z-Ro]
Say some people call me the Crooked, cause my mind ain't straight
Leave niggaz leaning to the side, like they need a V8
I tried to be a changed man, but my plan ain't play
Haters forced me, to put a gun back in my hand and spray
Was already dealing with, a bunch of those hoe ass niggaz
Niggaz-niggaz, hated by mo' bitch ass niggaz
Took a fall, got arrested then you bitches got bold
What you thought I wasn't coming back, to bomb on you hoes
I heard the rumors for myself, Z-Ro signed for ten
Here I am, it ain't safe to come outside again
For the record, fuck everybody I ain't got no friend
Nigga remember how you treated Ro, when Ro had no ends
That explain when you see me, why I reach in my pants
Pull out my pistol, let a fade nigga straight bleed in they ass
Yeah I'm back and let it be known, Z-Ro done made it home
Fuck with me I empty out my clip, reload and keep on

[Hook - 2x]
Keep on, and I won't stop
LyricsFuck with me, I promise I'ma make your breathing stop
I keep on, with my glock cocked
Living on the edge till I'm dead, screaming fuck the cops

[Z-Ro]
Fresh out of jail, mayn
You niggaz, done fucked up now
Came back, to get my mail mayn
Playa don't make me, buck you down
I'm the King of Da Ghetto
And I'm here, to reclaim my throne
In a relationship, with a chick 4-4
And nigga my bitch, be blazing domes
If y'all fellas, wanna play game
I'm dumping, on every car I see
It's that time, when I play mayn
Brace yourself, R.I.P.

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
It's reprocussions, when you niggaz press my buttons too hard
Then I become a saint, by bringing you niggaz closer to God
Love nothing and slug something, everytime I breathe
Murder on my enemies, I'm the reason they families grieve
Please O.G. gorilla, original girl gone on
'Fore I beat your bitch ass, without ever hanging up my phone
Cause when I get wired up, niggaz get tied up
It be nothing but yellow tape, everytime I r-ride up
T-Ray, we use to be cool and kick it and thang
Understand you was in prison, and missing the game
Understand me when I tell you, if you cross me you could die
Might as well be a pigeon, cause your spirit fin to fly
If you wasn't on "Keep on Watching Me", you ain't a Guerilla
Trying to imitate a gangsta, that's when a gangsta come get ya
Run and telling toy soldiers in your army, the war's on
Catch em one by one and dump my gun, they cease to keep on what

[Hook - 2x]

What's Going On?"

[Intro:]
If you love living your life, leave me alone
I live the life, I sing about in my song
They hate me unitl I'm gone, they hate
They hate me until I'm gone, if you love living your life, leave me alone

[Z-Ro:]
Fuck everybody lately, cause it was fuck me first
What's the reason for the season, of wanting to see me in a hearse
It really don't matter, because I ride or die for me
Even if they kill me, there's happiness in the sky for me
So if it's death around the corner, I can't stop it if I wanna
Jesus just let me empty my tip, and hit my marijuana
Yeah I seen it coming, nobody gon catch me off guard
Make em look me in my eye, before they break me off Lord
Excuse my attitude, but I'm use to negativity
My life explains my fuck everybody, on each delivery
Some say it's the drugs, others say it's a lack of love
LyricsIt ain't gotta be a reason, crazy simply just because
Everyday of my life, has been a struggle and pain
So I perform with no emotion, no further need to explain
If you love living your life, leave me alone
Fuck rap, I live the life I sing about in my song

[Hook:]
Fuck rap, I live the life I sing about in my song
Nobody in the world loves me, they hate me until I'm gone
(what's going on), realizing I'm going crazy
Everybody watching me suffer, but won't nobody save me
This can't be life, I promise the world ain't shit
I never knew I'd lose my mind, and end up like this
Cause all I think is murder, realizing I'm going crazy
Wait till they get a load of me, it's fuck everybody lately

[Z-Ro:]
In my '73, rolling on top of the trails
Let down my window, and let my pistol excel
Disrespect me, revenge gon represent me like a thief in the night
So prepare, for permanent sleep in you life
I'm still a Christian on a mission, but my vision ain't clear
Looking for peace, but all I see is drama down here
So when the going gets tough, the tough pull the team together
Who ride, and get rid of our enemies together
But if you live by the sword, then you die by it
So when it's time for me to go, it ain't no need to cry about it
Cause I done done my share, of wrong doing
Exaturated resolvable situations, and left some homes ruined
Even niggaz, that call themselves friends
They'll be first to try to rob me, and then do me in
So if you love living your life, leave me alone
Fuck rap, I live the life I sing about in my song

[Hook]

[Z-Ro:]
(what's going on), realizing I'm on the edge
My every thought is aggravated assault, and get my bread
For the love of money, motherfuckers disappear
That's the very reason, Joseph McVey keep his pistol near
Come and get me, so you can put your hands on my riches
The only alliby I need to squeeze it, and ain't digging ditches
But if I gotta, kiss my freedom goodbye
I tongue kiss my ten millimeter, cause she didn't let me die
That's a down ass bitch, mayn
Unlike my friends, cause just to get some ends they ten to spit names
24/7-365, nobody at my side
They might hit me up, before they help me hide
So I roll by myself, or I roll with Trae
A.B.N. for life, focused on making the world pay
If you love living your life, leave me alone
Fuck rap, I live the life I sing about in my song

[Hook]

(Chorus)
I'm from tha south i got them diamonds in my mouth.
Z-ro(yeah)
im from tha south i got them diamonds in my mouth.
Z-ro(screwed up click)
im from tha south i got them diamonds in my mouth.
(i got them diamonds in my mouth)
(this how we do it down south)

(Z-ro)
hold up a minute im the king of tha ghetto.
holdin tha rap game like wood grain cant let go.
you niggaz aint neva seen me im on anotha level.
stay ready to dig a grave keep a gun and a shovel.
?
saw me in tha rear view now you wonderin where i went.
ima get you if i owe you visit your residents.
laid the merk game down and tell them i hit the fence.
they tell me to keep my mouth closed,
so they cant see the shinin.
Lyricscant get with Z-ro cuz all you see was diamonds.
im cold like a deep freezer with bags of ice in it.
my 357 pretty but aint nothin nice in it.
to many bitches and not enough rubba.
got so many of my real niggaz unda tha gutta.
watch a nigga full of life lights closed like shuttaz.
god damn stayin healthy is hard as a mutha fucka.
(hook)
(paul wall)
i got diamonds all, in my mouth, in my grill, and in my jaw.
platnium teeth and princess cuts my mouth simila to a disco ball.
im pall wall my smile is blindin.
my ice is shinin like a schandaler.
i tend to brush my teeth with windex just so the glass house mouth shine clear.
i got mo carrots than vegtable soup.
im a texas icon tha peoples champ.
put on yo shades when i comend to approach
my mouth is like a lemonde like a lamp.
we got gold grills and platinum and ice.
cuz thats how it is in the lone star state.
with a cup full of bar and a candy car.
and we jammin on a robe3rt davis great tape.
(hook)
(lil flip)
eva since 1999 i had diamonds in my grill.
you just rappin that aint platinum you need to chill.
cuz you embarressen texas nigga you aint trill.
nigga you been on my dick way befo you got yo deal.
these rappers finally get some fame and think they got it locked.
afta yo album flop.
nigga you gone be on ?
my gear clean from my earing to my pinky rang.
if you aint spend thirty.
boy tuck in yo peace and chain.
(hook)
(Z-ro)
Bloka Bloka Bloka thats how my gun go.
if im lookin at you bitch you betta run hoe.
i used to do baguettes but know im VS1's thought.
princess cuts straight up and down johnny done knows.
i got loud ice just like paul wall.
shinin down south brighter than all yall.
when its time to get your jewlery done who do yall call.
cuz you fellaz aint shinin at all.
check me out.
on tha first and fifthteenth im somthin like a pimp.
even with a suspended license im still fixin to flip.
aint no limit to this cash.
aint nothin i cant get.
five duce for you cuz.
i aint nothin like a crip.
ride with a revolver i dont fuck with clips.
these roach ass niggaz tryin to make me bust my chips.
but im not a bank, i dont even trust my bitch.
im from tha south and i got them diamonds in my mouth.
(hook)
till fade out

[Talking:]
King of Da Ghetto, what's up 'Face big homie

[Z-Ro:]
I greet the Father, on my knees
With a bowed head and a humbled heart, my conversation is have mercy on me please
I just wanna be happy, will it come to bad
Fresh out of my mind been 27 years, and every day I've seen is sad
Even though I've tried till I've cried, I can't even stand
Feels like I've died a thousand times, but just can't make it man
Ain't nothing different about me, doing dirt
Except I've never crept up on a come up, maybe that's why the hustling hurts
I remember just like it was yesterday, I'm 16
Can't find no love can't find no peace, I wonder what it means
Could it be because, I didn't choose the devil all the time
I became an outcast to the hood, restricted to my rhyme
Why couldn't I just live my life, without my talent making danger
Jealousy is now state jail, from friends that turned to strangers
They hate me, I don't understand why
I swear I never seen a man cry, till it was my own eye
Lyrics
[Z-Ro:]
I'm 21, and think I finally got a grip on life
And all bills paid apartment, a step-son and a step-wife
But without a vehicle, it's kinda hard to get around
If I got weed I ride for free, if not my partners let me down
So now I'm loving to be one deep so much, I'm hating people
Lookin at everybody, even babies like they Satan people
Nobody understand me, everybody's tripping with me
Wonder why when I gotta ride, were none of my people flipping with me
Too many haters, trying to take a player off his game
Not trying to be ballerific, I'm just trying to have some thangs
They're just like crabs in a bucket, these people pull me down
If I didn't have so many obstacles, think where I could be now
On MTV or BET, or in some magazine
Instead I'm stressing, hooked on codeine headed to tragedy
Sometimes I think, it's better just to die
Because I never seen a man cry, till it was my own eye

[Z-Ro:]
(what's happening now) in the year 2006, ain't nothing chang ed for Ro
12 albums strong looking for do', but yet I'm still po'
Now I done had and I done lost, and I done had again
On the verge of suicide, I deeply wish I had a friend
But even still a good samaritan, is Z-Ro's way
And with that Christian attitude, I caught a homeboy case
I done took too many blows, a punching bag is how I feel
The deep depression starts to set, sanity's outta here
I start my mission, trying to find my faith
CDC number four in name, I'm feeling oh so helpless in this place
I want revenge, it's heavy on my mind
But Aunt Sandra say don't fight evil with evil, try to relax and do your time
I heard a voice, and felt there wasn't no need in acting up
Realized I wasn't at peace with God, and had to patch it up
Hopin that blessings, fall out of the sky
Z-Ro ain't never seen a man cry, until it was his own eye

Big time...

[Z-Ro:]
No more pain, I'm bout to overdose on it
I ain't never had no good times, I put my dogs and my locs on it
Chain smoking, cigarettes back to back
Unless I was pillow fighting with the kids, I miss that
But it's a different day and time, and I'm all alone
With nobody to call my own, different area codes popping up in my phone
Prolly just another hoochie, searching for some sex
It ain't got nothing to do with me, it's all about my checks
If it wasn't for the music, you niggaz wouldn't give me dap
Wouldn't give a fuck about how I'm doing, it's all about a rap
Realizing I ain't nothing, without paper and pen
So Lord forbid I get interect, like the deal she was in
Let me make my mama proud, and she could see me
Cause heaven ain't too far away from the ghetto, but touching it ain't easy
God, give me the victory and bring me out the rain
Give me something, to smile about and

Lyrics[Hook:]
(no more pain), somebody tell me what happiness is
Cause I'm sick, of living so low
(in my life), too many problems bottled up inside
I promise, I can't take it no more
(no more pain), if there's a brighter day let it come my way
Let me see, the sun shine
(in my life), cause I can't tell if I'm coming or going out
Just wanna die sometime

[Z-Ro:]
First off, I gotta say that I'm thankful for Trae
If I ain't never told you I love you, I'm telling you today
Cause you made me, keep my head on straight
When I was talking suicide, you made me keep my infrared on safe
Instead of me sleeping outside, you would open your home
And tend to your cousin, even though you had problems of your own
I appreciate you my nigga, it's deeper than rap
Somebody else, would of wanted to see me fall off track
See I remember, when I couldn't afford to get a wing dinner
Put my two dollars with yours, and we split a wing dinner
Doing bad, even though we had our albums selling
The distribution company was stacking, but they wasn't telling
Us steady robbing us blind, with no money flowing
Then we got independent, and we could see our money growing
So maybe now, we could afford to give our people change
Witnessing nothing but better days, and

[Hook]

[Z-Ro:]
Now when I say no more pain, let me explain
Cause God will certainly, fence to happy that can't be changed
I use to cry when my friends died, but then I realized
I'm the one, who's still facing hard times
I recall, fiending for my last breath
Cause I was struggling, and still ain't got what I'm suppose to have yet
As far as these women, I've been through so many make-up's just to break up
I'd rather be all alone, when I wake up
No more pain, I'm not insane I'm just hurting
But I been looking for feel good's, 27 years and still searching
If it ain't one thang, it's another
I'm living on memories, when I use to get along with my brother
Since I never been, too much of a man to cry
I shed tears, like it's a nine to five
So to relieve, pressure from my brain
I try not to give a damn about anything, so I can feel

[Hook]

(feat. Trae & Big Hawk)

One deep until I die, so your help I refuse it [x4]

[Trae:]
I hear some haters want me dead, but I ain't never been a stranger to drama
The most hated around the world, just like my name was Osama
Picture my Cheve riding low, boys watching me like the FEDs
They'd rather see me dead, instead of watching me get my bread
Some of my closest niggaz, wanna see me lose it all
But the love of my name is on, they can't get in my shoes at all
I'm still hood with it still gangsta, still the Truth up in these streets
And still all by my lone, incase they wanna think it's something weak
Yeah I hear they like to talk, cause they hate that I'm in my zone
My brother said if they don't hate me, then I'm doing something wrong
I'm one of last of the real niggaz left, so they know that I'm a target
But they know it ain't no stopping my gang, if I get it started
My attitude on my shoulder, so respect it I ain't friendly
It don't take much to offend me, so don't go to fucking with me
Unless you wanna be next, but I don't think that's what you want
LyricsIt's A.B.N. for life, and I'll take it to where these haters don't

[Hook:]
I know a lot of y'all niggaz, wanna see me dead
And a lot of y'all niggaz, wanna see me with no bread
I know, I might got a price on my head
It's alright I ain't scared, bitch I'm still living
I know a lot of y'all niggaz, wanna see me lose it
And don't want me to make it in nothing, selling drugs or music
One deep until I die, so your help I refuse it
I'm alright, just as long as I'm still living

[H.A.W.K.:]
See a friend in need, is a friend indeed
Not just being cool, cause I smoke good weed
Not sitting round me, with a trick up his sleeve
And does not believe, that H.A.W.K. will succeed
How dare, you feel like that
Thought you had my back, now see where your heart is at
That hurt, like a heart attack
How fraud is that, when I use to front you quarter sacks
Damn, I miss Fat Pat
And I wouldn't have to ask, do these niggaz really got my back
These niggaz, trying to get my stacks
Cause the guns gon splat, a few cats will be lying flat
Niggaz, wanna see me dead
Cause the same nigga who said, is the only motherfucker who's scared
I'ma stay, chasing bread
And stay getting ahead, and fuck what another nigga said I'm still living

[Hook]

[Z-Ro:]
Now when you throw up the West upside down, it's my side of town
I use to be a Y.G., but I'm a rider now
O.G. credentials and in like one of my rhymes, watch me spit that lead
I murder for money half right now, the other half after I get that bitch
I ain't gotta tell niggaz I'm Cripping, they know I'm Hoover
But I got Blood homies that's cuz homies, they'll be the ones to come do ya
When you see me out in public, most likely I'm by my lonely
Trust nobody, it's just a plastic or the chrome only
When I beef I pick skeletons, I don't pick bones homie
Eliminating everybody, cause the last time a punk bitch told on me
Just because I follow nobody, don't mean I'm trying to leave niggaz
Most niggaz I see trying to rush ya, can't even feed niggaz
All I need is God, to protect me from harm
And for the death of my enemies first twelve, the hundred and forty third song
I've been stabbed shot, went to sleep and woke up in prison
They said I'd be dead in a year, but that was two years ago and I'm still living

[Hook]

[talking:]
Real talk nigga, H-A-Dub-K baby
S.U.C. MVP baby, my nigga Z-Ro baby
Real talk baby, we still living
One deep for life nigga, S.U.C.

v[talking:]
What's up lil' mama, they call me Z-Ro the Crooked
King of Da Ghetto, know I'm saying
You wanna be the queen, let me holla at ya

[Z-Ro:]
You want a nigga to touch you where it counts, you can call me up I'm on my way
Since you serious conversation, I listen to what you have to say
This ain't gotta be, about a wam-bam thank you ma'am
I'm not like these other fellas, although I know you think I am
Even though I kick it, with a lot of females
I can honestly tell you, that I ain't got a female
Because I'm fresh out of jail, you prolly think that I just wanna bone
Hit it quit it, then delete your number from my mobile phone
Every man, needs a lady
But I'm not trying to be your husband, only suggesting communication on the daily
I'm usually rude, with a bad attitude
But I'm thinking, you can brighten up my mood
While you roll up my cigarillos, I bring you breakfast in bed
I'm even down to ease your scalp, and calm your head
LyricsJust tell me when the laws coming, I ain't trying to end up in the Penn
Cause I'm digging you, and really feeling you should be my homie lover friend

[Hook: x2]
I'd really, like to get to know you better
Been one deep for a minute, but feel like it been forever
I can be your friend, when you need me
Your lover when you feeling freaky, plus your homie cause I'm down with you for sheezy

[Z-Ro:]
Whenever you need to shed tears, let em fall on me
Don't ever be afraid, to call on me
This the way your man leave you hanging, he ain't ready for you
But I ain't ever too busy, to miss some feddy for you
I know what it be feeling like, to be neglected
So when you with Ro you running the show, and please know that you're protected
I'd be lying, if I said I wasn't trying to bump and grind
But that ain't all that's on my mind, it would be fine
To hit the Cinema Six, and catch a flick
Papa Deauxxx for swamp thangs, fettucini and fish
Not a trick, but I love shopping for my lady friend
You could be my one and only, right before the day begin
I could drop you off at home, or you coming with me
The early morning sun, is something to see
Especially aboard a Carnival Cruise ship, you with it then let's get in the wind
Now this is how it is, to be my only homie lover friend

[Hook x2]

[Z-Ro:]
Just to lay it on the line, I done cheated befo'
I feel like there's some information, that you needed to know
It wasn't about a man, being a man
But how I'm gon try to give somebody the world, and they shit in my hand
We can kick it, but I really don't know what's on your agenda
Are you serious about me, or just another pretender
If I get the feeling fraud, I'ma stop it 'fore it starts
Sense from you, and I felt the full effect of a broken heart
Garunteed, I get you in the bed and it's over with
I crucify the crucial, with that legs on my shoulder shit
Hypnotic, is my afrodesiac
Make me keep on going and going, something like a duracel six pack
Pardon my pornographics, but please pay attention
I been behind the gate for eight, I need a mate
But I'll never disrespect, your legitament to the end
Even if I never ever get the chance, to be your homie lover friend

[Hook x2]

[Talking:]
Z-Ro the Crooked, AKA King of Da Ghetto
Representing Assholes By Nature

[Z-Ro:]
I always been a soldier, but I never did look for no wars
I walk with God, but I still receive bruises and scars
Everybody was shitting on me, for no reason
Couldn't wait to get my money right, and finally get even
Remember when I pushed the canary colors, with a pocket full of lint
Booster cables was necessary, for everywhere I went
Sold dope for a minute, till my nigga start snitching
Guess they didn't wanna see a nigga, get money out the kitchen
'Fore my mama died (mama said), people gonna hate ya
Cause they can't do what you doing, cause they women wanna date ya
Be ready for it, it's gon happen all day long
If everybody got love for ya, you doing some'ing wrong
That's why I strive to please Z-Ro, keep my money on the low
Cause if my friends try to get me, they gotta go
You can hate me all you want, cause I'ma use it for my good
LyricsThanks for helping me, to make it out the hood

[Hook: x2]
This one is to my real niggaz, that hate me every single day
Because of you, I make the world pay
Ain't got no love for nothing that got love for me, cause love ain't live
They don't love me, they love my nickels and dimes

[Z-Ro:]
Everytime I pray to God, I ask him to forgive me for all my flaws
But I'm paranoid, I can't keep my pistol out my drawas
Seem like everytime I move, somebody watching me
But still I continue to pay my dues, it ain't no stopping me
Till I'm satisfied, until then I'm left to ride till it's over
But I travel with no passengers, you can't ride if you ain't doja
I don't even trust myself, so where you think you stand with me
Fuck everybody, I feel like everybody out to get me
If it ain't so, tell me why I live like this
Po' than a motherfuckers, but I still give like I'm rich
I promise trying to make it to heaven, is hard as hell
Especially now, when all I receive is pictures and mail
Motherfuckers was plotting on me, just to get me out the way
You them ride or die niggaz, I use to fuck with everyday
I appreciate y'all, for turning your backs
Once I was alone, all my poverty turned into stacks

[Hook x2]

[Z-Ro:]
If you look me in my eyes, you will find no emotion
The reason why I pass my homies up, and keep on coasting
Cause life has been hard, and they ain't make it no better
Making a mockery out of Joseph McVey, for lack of cheddar
But now I make the world, pay me jewels and riches
Remember when I gave a fuck, about you niggaz and bitches
But when I was doing bad, I couldn't get up out the pit's hand
Couldn't even spend the night, when I didn't have a spot to live in
I barely had enough scratch, for a dime sack and a cigar
To the world, I was just another nothing ass nigga
But I made it out the ghetto, in the nick of time
Right before I let my Z-Ro haters, see me lose my mind
It's a different ball game, now I'm in the major leagues
No longer have to be dreaming, just to see me play with G's
I know my haters, can't stand me
Cause everyday they homeboys and homegirls jam me, I'm loving it

[Hook x2]

(feat. Tanya Herron)

Life is a battlefield...

[Z-Ro:]
I pledge allegiance to the soldiers, the ones who had to leave they family
Overseas facing death everyday, missing they family
Knowing that everybody that's going, ain't coming back
My roll dog, took his last stand in Iraq
Watching his mama collapse, cause she can't take the news
And it's sad to say, but a lot of mothers gon walk in Mrs. Johnson's shoes
So my condolences, goes out to the grieving
Lord give me the strength, so I can make it through this evening
What is this world coming to, locking up brothers is a sport
Beat us till we bleed because we breathe, still we lose in court
Mad at me because I'm black, take it up with my maker
You can't question creativity of the life, giver and taker
I guess, you gon have to deal with me
Why you wondering if I wanna rob you, why not find a way to come and chill with me
I ain't nothing but people, I'm just like you
LyricsNothing greater or nothing less, I'm just like you

[Hook: Tanya Herron]
We are one, shoulder to shoulder
We stand, no promises
No demands, all of us know it
Life is a battlefield

[Tanya Herron:]
We're losing our souls, temptation takes hold
Why do we live, life this way
We must take control, of our mind and our souls
Before the death, over face
Cause if we just surrender, and trust in our faith
We'll all come together, the world will be safe

[Hook]

[Z-Ro:]
I'm on a mission, to heal my people
Republicans ain't even trying to feel my people, we starving for real
Little babies dying of thirst, plus they starving for meals
The main reason, why these teenagers be robbing they peers
America, look at what it's come to
Sunday morning ain't no youngsters in the church house, we running the streets acting a fool
Need to get some Jesus, in our life
That's the main reason, why we be dealing with so much shife
Straight up kicking it with the devil, and we don't even know it
Crooked cops hate our guts, and everytime they get a chance they gon show it
My life is a battlefield, cause I strive to survive
Daily busting, trying to lay me in my grave before my time
I can take it, cause I dish it out
I love my people but I'm paranoid, walk up on me my pistol I'ma whip it out
Can't trust nobody, from my friends to my kins
If I can get up and go get mine, you can get up and get your ends
It ain't hard, just man plot and strategize
If you focused on your goal, you just might reach it 'fore you die
So I'm focusing just like you, cause I'm just like you
Nothing greater or nothing less, I'm just like you

[Hook]