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Z Ro
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| Do You See
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[Hook]
Do you see, what I see
All I do, is wanna be
Somebody, can you feel what I feel
I try my best, to keep it real
And pay dues
[Z-Ro]
Extra extra read all about it, Im going crazy
Ro raging with motherfuckers smoking, going eighty
Miles per hour, pass up the city gel on my collar
Trying to locate and half of it, that will give a nigga some power
Not saying that Im weak, bullets gon hang when I speak
I bust a brain if I reach, and get that thang off my seat
Im in love with selling, thats why I aint winning that much
Gas money looking funny, wheels aint spinning that much
But Ima make it the way of the other, cause I cant stop
People trying to trick me of my mission, but I cant drop
Cause I cant fall, run up Ima keep bumping my lead
Before the game over I know, Ima be dumping my lead
Because Im nervous by nature, the slightest move will get you shot
Ive been known to help niggas make it, to they burial plot
Not my lifestyle, I love the way the feddy stack
Record labels stealing Z-Ro, to CEO gon get it back
[Hook]
[Z-Ro]
Sometimes, I feel like doing myself
Sixty percent of my body is drank, I ruin myself
But Im addicted, eyes fucked leaning and look inflicted
With my facing revelations, tripping on what it predicted
Cause its happening, when the trumpet blow
Aint gon be no mo laughing and, its to the left or the right
I hope I get to go to heaven, I hear heaven is tight
Plus they tell me that hell is hot, and they wont give you no ice
I need a cool wrist, most of these bitches be the devil trying to fool me
Taking my kindness for weakness, and trying to use me
Bitch fuck your hair and your nails, you bout to lose me
I sleep with my uzi, cause she aint gon steal from me if I nod off
The only place I dont let her go, is in God house
Im a gangsta fa sho, you better believe me
I bet Ill be on that doja, every time you see me
[Hook]
[Z-Ro]
I done made up my mind
Hustle all alone, Im trying to get up some mo shine
Every time I turn around, someone bringing me down
Got tired of em pulling on me, started slanging them rounds
And now they thinking Im a crazy
Scarred and stabbed and shot, Im still a baby, I want my mama
Cause Im having bad dreams, and I die in em all
Got me aint friendly when you see me, aint no smiling at all
I live the thug life, heartless and hopeless
Laying low ducking the law, with long you lusting and acting douches
Im connected, my best friend use to be I-10
Until my out of town connect, put out your chest and took my ends
Got me throwed off in the mind, retaliations what I take
Fears get blowed off with my nine, incarcerations what I face
Feel me, I done lost my mind, but its all gravy baby
I get tipped for knocking bustas off daily
[Hook - 2x]
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24.Jul.2003 11:07:06 |
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04.Dec.2004 16:12:04 |
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