(*talking*)

Gotta make sure these words are understandable

Cause it's a motherfucking shame, all these short

Comings in the game, hoe ass niggas, hoe ass bitches

Know I'm saying
[Z-Ro]

I'm still King of the Ghetto, ain't a damn thang changed

Still sip out the prescription bottle, with hydro on my brain

It help a nigga make it through the drama, swear to God

I be feeling like busting heads, and relocate to the Bahamas

But I don't wanna be a runaway, I love my block

But I can't seem to put my gun away, friends be killing friends

So I don't make no ends, with nobody I know

Cause if nobody gets nervous, then nobody's gotta go

That's the G-Code, and I will busting simply, then I will reload

Sick of all of this gun bumping, from you people

Turning a Christian into someone who is evil, Z-Ro

Motherfuckers all up in my business, broadcasting my life

Presidential Records suing Z-Ro, and his pockets ain't right

Why they wanna spread rumors, bout Ro Dog

Turn me to a menace to society like O-Dog



[Chorus]

It's a shaa-aa-ame, the way they fuck around with my mind

It's a shaa-aa-ame, the way they try to hurt me

It's a shaa-aa-ame, the way they got me walking round with my nine

Raised on game, a soldier that's showing no mercy



[Z-Ro]

When I wake up, I be wishing to find another way to make a living

Baking a cake, back in the kitchen got my palms itching

Scratch that with a fat stack, of Benjamin Franklin, y'all better

Back back trying to get my stack, I got a black mack in a black backpack

I know you jealous niggas, hate me cause I shine

They know I be rolling one deep, trying to follow behind

I gotta handle my business, by myself cause I'm alone

Really nothing to live fo', no more wife no more kids at home

Ain't that a shame, I'm losing everything I love

When they fuck up its okay, but when it's me they hold a grudge

You think I ain't know, you was fucking over Z-Ro

With Lil' Shannon around the time, your vehicle was repoed

My love for you was that of a mother, one I never had

I know we could never be again, I'm forever sad

But a hustler, gotta keep hustling

Until then, I-10 drug smuggling



[Chorus]



[Z-Ro]

Sometimes I be wondering, if I'm ever gon make it

Ducking and dodging poverty, am I ever gon shake it

Every nigga I deal with, keeps saying they down

Why my money be funny, everytime it be coming round

I told him tell em 25 hundred, he told em three thousand

Making me miss out on money, Sam gon witness me clowning

When you give a nigga a inch, they try to take the whole ruler

After my inches, nothing but the forty-four ruger

Who am I, Z-Ro the Crooked I'm not a hoe

But instead of busting your head, I'ma go on and let you go

I'ma receive my blessing, better believe my weapon

Is a first, from the basic instructions before leaving earth

The bible, and if we follow it properly its survival

We gotta listen sometimes, even though we wanna all shine

And glisten sometimes, remember we on a heavenly mission sometimes



[Chorus]



(*talking*)

One love to my motherfucking soldier niggas

J-Pimp, my nigga Rice aka sliding up under something

When they get outta line