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(feat. Z-Ro) Say Mike Dean, dig these blues.. [Z-Ro] Here I go again, running off at the mouth about busters Motherfuckers just mad at me, cause they diamonds ain't up in clusters Too many times I done paid my dues, giving a damn still paying 'em fool Could it be the reason I'm so cold in the rap game, this motherfucking pain I'm screaming Jesus, I need a better way of life Cause at the rate I travel now, I can't decipher day from night Still the King of the Ghetto, the ghetto is where I lay my head at Evade FED's at, and break bread at These son of my bitches got a nigga fucked up, my attitude is already rude And too many people make me paranoid, so I wet a bitch and I wet a dude Straight like that I don't give a damn, I'm gangstafied from Toderhead enough said Flipping in a gangsta ride and when it get gangsta, a gangsta will bust heads It's in my blood I'm a mo'fucking thug, even though I know better My only love is for my guerillas, and for the cheddar So all you mark ass niggaz, get the fuck up out of dodge Get your life right with God, then if you want war let's go to war [Z-Ro] It be a bunch of drama, on my block My partna accidently shot his mama, on my block Trying to survive in the land of the lost, hoping I could at least find me SongtexteCause back in high school, ain't nan one of my teacher reached me I wan't cutting up in class, I had money on my mind Visualizing a motherfucking come up, ready to get up and grind Chasing paper like a motherfucker, me and buddy Ro Moving ounce after ounce, after ounce of that yayo Making money what I love to do, but my freedom is pending And if I get caught slipping, my freedom is ending nigga I'm playing it safe One hundreds and fifties, and twenties and tens and fives And ones up in my safe, 3-57 and a 4-0 And a 4-4 up in my waist, a maniac Trigga happy, and don't give a fuck what I be aiming at Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that (Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that) [Z-Ro] My niggaz be killing eachother, behind these busted bitches I would rather be spending my time in a drop top, something live on switches With a sack of that shit, so I can calm my nerves down Dealing with bitch nigga after bitch nigga, I'm ready to release rounds Out of the mini-one form I shoot till it's over with, ain't nobody gon stood up Another one bites the dust I'm throwing that P.U.D. up, nigga what I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die, the cause for my life The reason I'm anti-social, and built a wall around my life Ain't nobody with me, Z-Ro the Crooked in the flesh Mo City Texas ain't no fashion show, niggaz come to give me death It'll be a battleground, with nothing but dead enemies or myself Cause when I be clicking, I be feeling a strange energy within myself I never be giving a damn about it, because it be feeling so live And if I be doing that there, don't fuck with me and take me out of my vibe nigga Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-fo' Never gonna let the game go, fa sho Aus Songtexte Mania