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Z-Ro
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Ever since my early teens I've been a loc on these streets 'Gold is for twenty four I go for broke on these streets My flow is a young Mike Tyson I put the hit on niggas And even when I'm countin' off I still spit on niggaz No super friends I smoke purple stuff alone in my room That cush made me leave my body I was gone in my room Mad swangas, to mo no blocks, I switch cars like socks Either it's somethin' with the roof missin', or a hard white top Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes Now what they spend on a house I blow on designer glasses Even without a platinum plaque, this ain't cappin', I'm just tellin' you what my life like, so this ain't rappin' Don't you ever tell the captain, that my money ain't right I'm a have to pay money, to spray money, cause money ain't right No more throwin' no bodies, so I can stand on these streets I got an army behind me, cause I'm the man on these streets I did some time locked down, but now I'm back on these streets Here to save ya'll from all this wack rap on these streets I left ya'll with I'm still livin, provin' I wasn't dead If you wonder why I'm out early, my lawyer got his bread Much love to my industry homies, who didn't forget about me Paul Wall, Pimp C and my partner Flip-eraci But since I do business with Rap A Lot the feds watch me But I'm like Shaq up under the backboards you can't stop me When I was hustlin' no police could find a rock near me Now that I ain't hustlin' they can see all of my rocks clearly B S foldas, ava smokas, these are of Joseph Known to catch you in the club flee and make women wanna come closer Homie don't get it twisted cause you see me on a poster You disrespect me, the magnum come out the holsta like it's 'sposed ta [? ] man on these streets I don't give a f*ck cause I'm the man on these streets I'm a hitman, whatever I'm aimin' at I hit man After I hit her she can't stand up without a kickstand Not a special kind of fool, just hit her with the mule If she find the itch to set me up, I'll hit her with the tool I got a daughter to raise, I ain't tryin' to leave Plus all this money I'm makin' you think I ain't tryin' to breathe Inhale exhale... now that's better Over eight hundred thousand independent now that's cheddar
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Written by: FRANNE GOLDE, DUANE S. HITCHINGS, DENNIS LAMBERT, TUPAC SHAKUR, RANDY S. JEFFERSON, BRUCE WASHINGTON, YAFEU FULA, AUTHOR UNKNOWN COMPOSER
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