Nigga From the Hood Z-Ro

[Hook]
Too many niggas, trying to take me off of my game
Just a nigga from the hood, that did a lil' somethin' good
Now they all, wanna jock my fame
But when I coming down, in my foreign
And I'm rolling one deep, that should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about, none of you hoes
I blast on sight, cause I ain't tripping no mo'

[Z-Ro]
You can't knock my hustle, ain't no games gone be played
Peppin' haters a hundred miles away, through 'Sace shades
Coming down one deep, I ain't gone stop and try to speak
I keep on rolling mean mugging, as I pull on a sweet
I gave the groove back to Stella, because I knock down yellas
Keep a 4 for myself, and a 4-4 for the jealous
Cause them boys be scoping, intoxicated and hoping
That they run up on Z-Ro, I leave they flesh wide open
Let them take me for what, cause I'd be damned if I slip
Baretta beam in the club, same thang on my hip
Another case like that, if you don't think I bring hat
Run on up and I'ma bust, and flip your brain like crack

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
Nothing but dollars we clock, show after show we gon rock
Pimping hoes in the five double O, and baby mamas gon jock
What the fuck is the deal, somebody pass me the kill
Rubatussin and marijuana, with Tylenol pills
Don't let a snitch see my dope, cause the snitches gon squeel
If they play with my freedom, you know a coffin gon fill
Niggas be working with laws, I'm gon work on they jaws
Putting snitches in ditches, cause I know they be tal'n bout
Every move that I make, that's why I be solo when I bake
Cooking up in the kitchen, come up with a ounce with no flakes
For goodness sake get back, before my finger start itching
Better believe when I relieve my stress, you might come up missing
I don't be kissing no ass, take a hit and dump the ash
I'ma chop on 20's, with sparkling oak on my dash
I'm too low to descirbe, out the Screwed Up tribe
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