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letra de raw - z-ro

say mike d, dig these blues…
here i go again, runnin off at the mouth about buster’s
muthaf-cka’s just mad at me ckuz they diamonds ain’t up
in cl-ster’s!
too many times i done paid my dues
even today i’m still payin em fool!
(could it be da reason i’m so cold in da rap game is
m-th-f-ckin pain!)
i’m screamin, jesus, i need ah, betta way of life!
cause at da rate i travel now, i can’t decide ah day
from night!
still da king of the ghetto, da ghetto is where i lay
my head at, evade feds at, and break bread at!
these sommab-tches got ah n-gg- f-cked up, my att-tude
is already rude!
and too many people make me parnoid, so i’ll wet ah
b-tch and i’ll wet ah dude!
straight like that i don’t give ah d-mn i’m
gangstafied, from toe to head nough said!
flippin in ah gangsta ride, and when it get gangsta, ah
gangsta will bust heads!
it’s in my blood! i’m a m-th-f-ckin thug, even though i
know better!
my only love is fo my guerillas and fo da cheddar!
so all you mark -ss n-gg-‘s get da f-ck up outta dogde!
get ya life right with god, then if you want war let’s
go to war!

it be a bunch of drama on my block, my partner
accidently shot his mama on my block!
tryin to survive in the land of the lost, hope’n i can
at least find me!
ckuz back in highschool ain’t now one of my teachers
reached me!
i wasn’t cuttin up in cl-ss, i had money on my mind,
visualizing a m-th-f-ckin come up, ready to get up and
grind!
chasing paper like a m-th-f-cker, me and buddy ro!
movin ounce after ounce after ounce of dat yayo!

making money what i love to do, but my freedom is
pending, and if i get caught slippin my freedom is
ending, n-gg- i’m playin it safe
100’s n 50’s n 20’s n 10’s n 5’s, some 1’s up in my
safe! 357 and a 4-0 and a 4-4 up in my waist ah maniac,
trigga happy and don’t give ah f-ck what i be aimin at!
rigdemont? forever i’m claimin that! rigdemont? forever
i’m claimin that!

my n-gg-s be killin each other behind these busted
b-tches!
i would rather be spendin my time in a drop top,
somethin out on switches!
with a sack of that sh-t, so i can calm my nerves down!
dealin with b-tch n-gg-, after b-tch n-gg- i’m ready to
release rounds
out of the mini 1-4 i’m a shoot til it’s over with,
ain’t n-body gon stud up! anotha one bites the dust,
i’m throwin that pud up, n-gg- what?
i’m ready to kill and i’m ready to die fo cause of my
life,
the reason why i’m anti-social and built a way around
my life!
ain’t n-body but me, z-ro the crooked in the flesh! mo
city texas ain’t no fashion show, n-gg-s come here and
meet death!
it’ll be a battleground with nothin but dead enemies of
myself,
ckuz when i be clickin i be feelin a strange energy
within myself!
i never be giving ah d-mn about it ckuz it be feelin so
live,
so when i be doin that there, don’t f-ck with me and
take me outta my vibe, n-gg-!
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 never gonna let the game go…
fasho!

- z ro

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