(*Z-Ro talking*)
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Say Mike Dean, dig these blues.
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[Z-Ro:]
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Woke up with 50 some odd niggas, bumpin' they gums
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God I tried to be calm, but everywhere I go it's like Vietnam
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I tried to be Joseph McVey, but hey
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Niggas be bringin' the killer back out of me everyday
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The same niggas, I broke bread with & got fed with me
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Stood behind the trigger, when the infrared led hit me
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In my conclusion, ain't no such thing as a friend all I know
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Homicides are homies plottin' tryin' to sniff off my ends
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Like they a bloodhound, or a cuz-hound
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Fuck you dollars, they'll lay they blood or they cous' down
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It'll be the same nigga you be rollin' with & fuckin' with hoes
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That'll tell your woman you unfaithful 'cause you fuckin' with hoes
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Same nigga sit down to piss, unable to stand up straight
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They the reason real niggas doin' time up-state
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Talkin' to 2 2 2 clips 'cause they hustle is dead
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The block is too hot for 'em, so they snitchin' to get they bread.
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[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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It be The Same One claimin' that he's down for life
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That'll come & lay you down tonight
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Same nigga I retaliated for with 45's & K's
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The one that got me doin' time today no lie
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Same nigga out of FED runnin' low on his bread
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Same nigga tryin' to get between my lil' mama leg
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It be The Same One you figured was closest to ya
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That'll talk about you like he never knew ya.
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[Z-Ro:]
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Pamnick State Jail, I got 8 months to do
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And it's a trip, I see niggas bangin' for sodas & soups
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In front of my eyes, I witnessed niggas get mad & bitch
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If don't nobody feed 'em, y'all niggas oughtta walk with a switch
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I deliver blows to the nose of my feminine foes
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I promise I bet not see you fellas at none of my shows
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Talkin' down is a penalty that could send you to the doctor
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Touch you up & try to fit you in your property locker
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Now dig these blues, I heard that I was payin' for protection
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Ol' coward ass nigga, 35 bunk
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I got speakers bigger than you in back of my trunk
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So I kick's it with 21 & 44 & 29 bunk
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Whoop the suffer spread & watch the time rewind
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His fellas hate us 'cause we stay in the commissary line nigga.
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[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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It be The Same One claimin' that he's down for life
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That'll come & lay you down tonight
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Same nigga I retaliated for with 45's & K's
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The one that got me doin' time today no lie
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Same nigga out of FED runnin' low on his bread
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Same nigga tryin' to get between my lil' mama leg
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It be The Same One you figured was closest to ya
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That'll talk about you like he never knew ya.
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[Z-Ro:]
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It be The Same One screamin' that he's down for life
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That'll set up a robbery & lay me down tonight
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That's why I travel with my bitch only
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'Cause when she opens her mouth, niggas can't click on me
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Peep out the conversation of a chrome cop killer, drop niggas & bitches
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These snitches got me cool, if they without niggas & bitches
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Ain't a thing changed, friends ain't friends no more
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I'm on the clock for Lil' James, Rap-A-Lot Mafia hard core
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If you hang around smokers, you most likely to be one
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I'm a hang around some money 'cause I'm tryin' to get me some
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Fuckin' with bitch niggas, jeopardizes my life & freedom
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So I fuck's with Grey D gon' scoop him up & then here we come
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We infamous & keep doin' can't stop the shit what we done
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Relaxin' is an action, that could make your life a rerun
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That's the reason, I roll around Houston with 2 or 3 guns
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Z-Ro & anybody killer, respect it when you see one.
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[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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It be The Same One claimin' that he's down for life
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That'll come & lay you down tonight
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Same nigga I retaliated for with 45's & K's
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The one that got me doin' time today no lie
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Same nigga out of FED runnin' low on his bread
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Same nigga tryin' to get between my lil' mama leg
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It be The Same One you figured was closest to ya
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That'll talk about you like he never knew ya.
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The Same One
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| Z-Ro |
