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letra de the mo city don - z-ro

[hook]
k-i-n-g, the mo city don
i know you heard about me and this mission i’m on
but not in r-a-p, i’m just tryna live on
not in the penitentiary, i’d rather be rolling chrome
in the p-e-n-t, my att-tude is shown
cause i’ve never been friendly, you should leave me alone
but if i s-l-i-p, and my brains get blown
just listen at my cd cause i live in my song

[z-ro]
i’m just living my life
not worried about no money or no women and i
just rolling in something foreign with my gun at my side
smoking designer doja, hope i don’t run into one time
no particular destination, i just want to roam
don’t want to talk, i left all of my cellphones at home
all i need is fifteen pounds of leave me alone
cause ain’t n0body on this level i’m on
and all i see is murder, murder, my mind state
preoccupied with homicide, tryna survive through this crime rate
most of my homies hustle for big bucks, but blow it on bullsh-t
then start complaining about how they can’t come up
-ssociation brings about simulation, you know what that mean?
meet with a fiend and you too will become a dope fiend
the same thang goes for crooks and thieves
i’m not getting arrested again to give a lawyer my cheese

[hook]

[z-ro]
i’m covered in diamonds and gold
try to take ’em away from me, i’ll leave your body so swole
what i’m rolling is big enough to blow a hole in your soul
so take this hen’ and hypnotic and have a seat by the pole
instead of k!lling your -ss, i’d rather pour you a gl-ss
i’m tired of being the reason people under the gr-ss
but i won’t lose sleep if hoover murder your -ss
i guess you couldn’t keep the ghetto p-ss
homie when i tell you i’m unjackable, i’m not just talking sh-t
i got guerillas everywhere, be careful who you walking with
but i’m an equal opportunity lender, i’m not a sn0b
meet me in mo city and i might just give you a job
cause i’m looking for a few good men, tryna expand my operation
i’ve been local long enough, time to go nation
making the transition from the streets to the fame
a couple clubs, gas stations and hotels in my name

[hook]

[z-ro]
i can do bad one deep
i wish i could flip in a bentley coupe with just one seat
a box of carnival cigarillo and just one freak
and if i fall off before i ask for help, i’ll leave lunch meat
i wear my pride on my shoulders and my heart on my sleeve
with the knowledge and understanding at three-sixty degrees
ninety-five, the five p-e-r-c-e-n-t
only a few real n-ggas but so many wannabe
h-ll yeah, i’ve read the holy qur’an and the good book
both of them investigated, give all clues and good look
and a real king don’t have to wear his crown to rule
you know book sense without common sense is a d-mn fool

[hook]

- z ro

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