[Talking]
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Yeah, let me count that up right there
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Real shit, know I mean, you know I mean, what's up Z-Ro
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Yeah, this a real one, inhale that shit nigga
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[Hook]
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Time and time again
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I get caught up, trying to make those ends
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In my liiiiiife, cause everything I do
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Is a criiiiime, what else could I do
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I would like, to make a change
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But being broke, will make a nigga stay the same
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In my liiiiiife, tell me what to do
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At least I grind, what else could I do
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[Daz]
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I never ever ever ever, did nobody ever wrong
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Will I live, with a nigga be bumping my song
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Will my soul live, forever or will it be gone
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Will I journey on, will I journey on
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My journey was swift and thick
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Came up in the game, slanging these rhymes to get rich
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Fifty thousand, to a hundred thousand
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I perfected my housing, now me and my niggas is cold cold lounging
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Roll a Five Hundred Wagon, we blasting the morgue
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Cause body bagging, back to the hood cause we sagging
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I ain't asking for no handout, see my demands bout
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That's when I planned out, see I just cash out
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Make sure it's all there, Dat Nigga Daz out
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Now I'm swerving and swerving nigga, without a doubt
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It's just another day, just for the D-A-Z
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Or it just another day, got me just being a G
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Be so easily spoken, my minds are open
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My eyes are open, I keep smoking
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And spilling that mud leaning, me and my niggas we super thugs
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Bitch, who the fuck that you thought it was
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[Hook]
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[Z-Ro]
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I'ma pledge allegiance, to this crooked ass game
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Walking backwards through this rhythm this nation, without a name
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I don't need to be known, I just to be living like it
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Cause I come from Holiday, there's no other prison like it
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I fuck with niggas like Chill, and the Don Keke
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Cause not only are they killas, they be about they currency
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Somebody told me Z-Ro, get your ass up and go
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Get a job but my job, got to be filling out applications it's hard
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For a young black male, to stack male
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But do it legal, without the help of a crack sale
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That's asking too much, cause my people having it rough
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That's just your ghetto, everyday average stuff
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From California to Texas, people are restless and they starving
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Like predators after the prey, they gon come barging
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Just like the police, you might as well call us the Fed
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Because we running shit undercover, but making our bread
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[Hook]
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[Thug Dirt]
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I'm trying to make it, but the world want me to take it
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Sticky sticky I'm getting stuck, in a crazy situation
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Should I get a job a car and a wife, or chrome with cookies
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On the corner, this is my life
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I often wish it was easy, but the road so cold
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I make one and pay three, I gots to make two mo'
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And coming short don't add up, niggas wanna agg' up
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Uncock the gun lil' nigga, put the mask up
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I ain't killing no mo', I gots to find another way
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I got people locked down, ain't seen the light of day
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I'm struggling right now, I still gots to get paid
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God please help me, men my wicked ways
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I'm trudging through the mud, trying to make it to the concrete
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But I'm sinking, can't see my feet
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Thug Dirt guilty or acquitted, I'ma push it to the limit
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In the dark, hit the lights so I could finish, yeah
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[Hook]
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Time And Time Again
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Z-Ro |