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letra de my momma - z-ro

my mama use to tell me, bout these
broke hoaching -ss n-gg-z, in these streets
so many people, wanna see me fall
and then they wonder, why my att-tude is f-ck em all

[trae]
you still running up, better peep my att-tude
cause i don’t give a f-ck about, you or the next dude
hitting the block top down, waving the boulevard
run on side of my range, and your feet get scarred
i ain’t never leave the house, without me packing a gun
and i ain’t never leave the block, without collecting my funds
a lot of n-gg-z wanna hate, but they ain’t fading us
so everytime i show my teeth, i shine like the sun
breaking the game, and n-gg-z wanna hate my fame
and take my change, but never will they get my change
i’m quick to aim, and leave a red dot on your brain
you heard the bang, and n-gg-z gon respect the name
i’m telling you dog, my mama use to tell me y’all
don’t be fake, fraud keeping me behind the wall
but never ever will i let a, motherf-cker block me
i’ma run through that b-tch, hit up and don’t fall
so it’s best to vacate, for your sake
the maab up in this b-tch, and i’ma regulate
disrespect me and mine, i’ma retaliate
they don’t really wanna go to war, with a heavyweight
dirty south veteran, dirty third glider
underground, wrecking a n-gg- till they retire
for my t. jones, i’ma set it on fire
busting they neck and back, like they khia

[hook – 2x]

[z-ro]
dorothy marie mcvey, this your son
i’ve been on top of my cash, till the last of my funds
even though i haven’t seen you, since i was six
i know you keep me with a weapon, when i’m out in the mix
you use to tell me, to never talk back and respect
now that i’m grown, a n-gg- be cashing chin checks
i’m a guerilla, with a motherf-cking att-tude
and whether broke or pain, i’ma be in a bad mood
this is low life, motherf-ckers can’t go nowhere to roll lights
struggling to make it, cause this industry is so shife
n-gg-z’ll take your name, and break your name
and try to give you ten percent, of the change
but, my mama use to tell me about these
broke hoaching, -ss n-gg-z in these streets
so i’ma be busting, a .50 caliber
retaliation with b-tches, until they stacking up
i know, z-ro don’t wanna go to the county jail no mo’
but i know, you don’t wanna be doing that
it’s either that or the graveyard ro, because i’m a killa
and so many people, wanna see a n-gg- fall
want me at the table, if they don’t want me to eat it all
and then they wonder, why my att-tude is f-ck y’all

- z ro

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