Z-Ro - Life Lyrics
[Featuring: Puff][Z-Ro]Too many niggas be trying to take me off of my gameThey see me balling, so they wanna take me off of my changeAin't that a *****, these broke ass niggas be creeping my pocketBut I'm a soldier y'all can't catch me without my pistolAnd ain't no pac in the back, run up on me I'm dropping you flatMy nigga fall behind the trigger, he don't how to actBetter tall your niggas to chill, while we go round for roundCause if they trip in Ridgemont dumping, y'all ain't gon be aroundNow kick it with your people, and see you cheer and grow upCause when you ***** with hard head niggas, your body get dumpedThree or four counties away, up in a open fieldOn my way back to Mo City, I'm steady smoking killSo when you see me out in public, don't you come at me wrongDisrespect me if you want, hoe I'ma slug at your domeBe damned if I miss, but I'm too cool don't trick yourself *****Sipping ball, take this bodybag and zip yourself *****[Chorus]Just cause you see me out in public, trying to keep my coolDon't mean, that I ain't a damn fool, I'm a guerilla for realAin't nothing studio about me, ***** you bout to get killedCheifing on doja trying to chill, haters ***** up my movesGod damn that's another dead fool, I'm a guerilla for realAin't nothing studio about me, ***** you bout to get killed[Puff]I'm a guerilla for real, let's roll back to being gladWhen I be riding round trying to jack, cause I got pistols in my lapAnd I'm ready to unload, giving it everything I gotFrom Rugas to Calicoes, even Snug-Nose GlocksSo when you see me riding, nigga don't try to flag me downCause when I'm in your face your smiling, when I turn my back you frownSo ***** you niggas, I'm already chilling with enough of niggasProblems with a couple niggas, don't make me have to bust you niggasRidgemont till the day I die, visit or deal with itI'm making a mill with it, Puff and Z-Ro trying to get itCause everyday, all day ***** having blocks steady be pumpingI got the weed, Ro got the drank and ***** and it be dumpingSo ***** quit all of your bumping, and come all out of your iceTrying to jack a nigga like me, you be coming off all of your lifeJust because you see me flipping and sipping, smoking on budI ain't off no, I got a sawed-off with a barrel full of slugs[Chorus][Z-Ro]Everytime I pop a pill, I be full of that barHoochies be all up on a nigga, ***** I ain't a starI'm from the ghetto like you come from, probably lived inMy life ain't straight and narrow man, I'm barely dodging prisonAin't you barely dodging it too, ain't you bout your paper tooDon't glorify me, I do the same shit y'all niggas doNot trying to be mean my nigga, my temper just badIt's Z-Ro versus the world in my mind, I'm going hadLosing my grip sawed-off *****, come ride with meYou think I roll cause when you bust us, you can't ride with meI might get pulled over by the badges, ain't no more roomToo many circles in my secret stashesRiding 35 tears from 30, and still acting like I ain't gotRunning with less fortunates and have-notsIt's on my face, no smiles, no frowns, no ups, just downsI pull a piece but I shut it down, nothing but rounds[Chorus x2]
