Song | Still Livin' |
Artist | Z-Ro |
Album | I'm Still Livin |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hawkins, McVey, Thompson | |
One deep until | |
I die, so your help | |
I refuse it [x4] [Trae:] | |
I hear some haters want me dead, but | |
I ain't never been a stranger to drama | |
The most hated around the world, just like my name was | |
Osama Picture my | |
Cheve riding low, boys watching me like the | |
FEDs They'd rather see me dead, instead of watching me get my bread | |
Some of my closest niggaz, wanna see me lose it all | |
But the love of my name is on, they can't get in my shoes at all | |
I'm still hood with it still gangsta, still the | |
Truth up in these streets | |
And still all by my lone, incase they wanna think it's something weak | |
Yeah I hear they like to talk, cause they hate that | |
I'm in my zone | |
My brother said if they don't hate me, then | |
I'm doing something wrong | |
I'm one of last of the real niggaz left, so they know that | |
I'm a target | |
But they know it ain't no stopping my gang, if | |
I get it started | |
My attitude on my shoulder, so respect it | |
I ain't friendly | |
It don't take much to offend me, so don't go to fucking with me | |
Unless you wanna be next, but | |
I don't think that's what you want | |
It's A.B.N. for life, and | |
I'll take it to where these haters don't [Hook:] | |
I know a lot of y'all niggaz, wanna see me dead | |
And a lot of y'all niggaz, wanna see me with no bread | |
I know, I might got a price on my head | |
It's alright | |
I ain't scared, bitch | |
I'm still living | |
I know a lot of y'all niggaz, wanna see me lose it | |
And don't want me to make it in nothing, selling drugs or music | |
One deep until | |
I die, so your help | |
I refuse it | |
I'm alright, just as long as | |
I'm still living [H.A.W.K.:] | |
See a friend in need, is a friend indeed | |
Not just being cool, cause | |
I smoke good weed | |
Not sitting round me, with a trick up his sleeve | |
And does not believe, that | |
H.A.W.K. will succeed | |
How dare, you feel like that | |
Thought you had my back, now see where your heart is at | |
That hurt, like a heart attack | |
How fraud is that, when | |
I use to front you quarter sacks | |
Damn, I miss | |
Fat Pat And | |
I wouldn't have to ask, do these niggaz really got my back | |
These niggaz, trying to get my stacks | |
Cause the guns gon splat, a few cats will be lying flat | |
Niggaz, wanna see me dead | |
Cause the same nigga who said, is the only motherfucker who's scared | |
I'ma stay, chasing bread | |
And stay getting ahead, and fuck what another nigga said | |
I'm still living [Hook] [Z-Ro:] | |
Now when you throw up the | |
West upside down, it's my side of town | |
I use to be a | |
Y.G., but | |
I'm a rider now | |
O.G. credentials and in like one of my rhymes, watch me spit that lead | |
I murder for money half right now, the other half after | |
I get that bitch | |
I ain't gotta tell niggaz | |
I'm Cripping, they know | |
I'm Hoover | |
But I got | |
Blood homies that's cuz homies, they'll be the ones to come do ya | |
When you see me out in public, most likely | |
I'm by my lonely | |
Trust nobody, it's just a plastic or the chrome only | |
When I beef | |
I pick skeletons, | |
I don't pick bones homie | |
Eliminating everybody, cause the last time a punk bitch told on me | |
Just because | |
I follow nobody, don't mean | |
I'm trying to leave niggaz | |
Most niggaz | |
I see trying to rush ya, can't even feed niggaz | |
All I need is | |
God, to protect me from harm | |
And for the death of my enemies first twelve, the hundred and forty third song | |
I've been stabbed shot, went to sleep and woke up in prison | |
They said | |
I'd be dead in a year, but that was two years ago and | |
I'm still living [Hook] [Talking:] | |
Real talk nigga, | |
H-A-Dub-K baby | |
S.U.C. MVP baby, my nigga | |
Z-Ro baby | |
Real talk baby, we still living | |
One deep for life nigga, | |
S.U.C. |
zuo qu : Hawkins, McVey, Thompson | |
One deep until | |
I die, so your help | |
I refuse it x4 Trae: | |
I hear some haters want me dead, but | |
I ain' t never been a stranger to drama | |
The most hated around the world, just like my name was | |
Osama Picture my | |
Cheve riding low, boys watching me like the | |
FEDs They' d rather see me dead, instead of watching me get my bread | |
Some of my closest niggaz, wanna see me lose it all | |
But the love of my name is on, they can' t get in my shoes at all | |
I' m still hood with it still gangsta, still the | |
Truth up in these streets | |
And still all by my lone, incase they wanna think it' s something weak | |
Yeah I hear they like to talk, cause they hate that | |
I' m in my zone | |
My brother said if they don' t hate me, then | |
I' m doing something wrong | |
I' m one of last of the real niggaz left, so they know that | |
I' m a target | |
But they know it ain' t no stopping my gang, if | |
I get it started | |
My attitude on my shoulder, so respect it | |
I ain' t friendly | |
It don' t take much to offend me, so don' t go to fucking with me | |
Unless you wanna be next, but | |
I don' t think that' s what you want | |
It' s A. B. N. for life, and | |
I' ll take it to where these haters don' t Hook: | |
I know a lot of y' all niggaz, wanna see me dead | |
And a lot of y' all niggaz, wanna see me with no bread | |
I know, I might got a price on my head | |
It' s alright | |
I ain' t scared, bitch | |
I' m still living | |
I know a lot of y' all niggaz, wanna see me lose it | |
And don' t want me to make it in nothing, selling drugs or music | |
One deep until | |
I die, so your help | |
I refuse it | |
I' m alright, just as long as | |
I' m still living H. A. W. K.: | |
See a friend in need, is a friend indeed | |
Not just being cool, cause | |
I smoke good weed | |
Not sitting round me, with a trick up his sleeve | |
And does not believe, that | |
H. A. W. K. will succeed | |
How dare, you feel like that | |
Thought you had my back, now see where your heart is at | |
That hurt, like a heart attack | |
How fraud is that, when | |
I use to front you quarter sacks | |
Damn, I miss | |
Fat Pat And | |
I wouldn' t have to ask, do these niggaz really got my back | |
These niggaz, trying to get my stacks | |
Cause the guns gon splat, a few cats will be lying flat | |
Niggaz, wanna see me dead | |
Cause the same nigga who said, is the only motherfucker who' s scared | |
I' ma stay, chasing bread | |
And stay getting ahead, and fuck what another nigga said | |
I' m still living Hook ZRo: | |
Now when you throw up the | |
West upside down, it' s my side of town | |
I use to be a | |
Y. G., but | |
I' m a rider now | |
O. G. credentials and in like one of my rhymes, watch me spit that lead | |
I murder for money half right now, the other half after | |
I get that bitch | |
I ain' t gotta tell niggaz | |
I' m Cripping, they know | |
I' m Hoover | |
But I got | |
Blood homies that' s cuz homies, they' ll be the ones to come do ya | |
When you see me out in public, most likely | |
I' m by my lonely | |
Trust nobody, it' s just a plastic or the chrome only | |
When I beef | |
I pick skeletons, | |
I don' t pick bones homie | |
Eliminating everybody, cause the last time a punk bitch told on me | |
Just because | |
I follow nobody, don' t mean | |
I' m trying to leave niggaz | |
Most niggaz | |
I see trying to rush ya, can' t even feed niggaz | |
All I need is | |
God, to protect me from harm | |
And for the death of my enemies first twelve, the hundred and forty third song | |
I' ve been stabbed shot, went to sleep and woke up in prison | |
They said | |
I' d be dead in a year, but that was two years ago and | |
I' m still living Hook Talking: | |
Real talk nigga, | |
HADubK baby | |
S. U. C. MVP baby, my nigga | |
ZRo baby | |
Real talk baby, we still living | |
One deep for life nigga, | |
S. U. C. |
zuò qǔ : Hawkins, McVey, Thompson | |
One deep until | |
I die, so your help | |
I refuse it x4 Trae: | |
I hear some haters want me dead, but | |
I ain' t never been a stranger to drama | |
The most hated around the world, just like my name was | |
Osama Picture my | |
Cheve riding low, boys watching me like the | |
FEDs They' d rather see me dead, instead of watching me get my bread | |
Some of my closest niggaz, wanna see me lose it all | |
But the love of my name is on, they can' t get in my shoes at all | |
I' m still hood with it still gangsta, still the | |
Truth up in these streets | |
And still all by my lone, incase they wanna think it' s something weak | |
Yeah I hear they like to talk, cause they hate that | |
I' m in my zone | |
My brother said if they don' t hate me, then | |
I' m doing something wrong | |
I' m one of last of the real niggaz left, so they know that | |
I' m a target | |
But they know it ain' t no stopping my gang, if | |
I get it started | |
My attitude on my shoulder, so respect it | |
I ain' t friendly | |
It don' t take much to offend me, so don' t go to fucking with me | |
Unless you wanna be next, but | |
I don' t think that' s what you want | |
It' s A. B. N. for life, and | |
I' ll take it to where these haters don' t Hook: | |
I know a lot of y' all niggaz, wanna see me dead | |
And a lot of y' all niggaz, wanna see me with no bread | |
I know, I might got a price on my head | |
It' s alright | |
I ain' t scared, bitch | |
I' m still living | |
I know a lot of y' all niggaz, wanna see me lose it | |
And don' t want me to make it in nothing, selling drugs or music | |
One deep until | |
I die, so your help | |
I refuse it | |
I' m alright, just as long as | |
I' m still living H. A. W. K.: | |
See a friend in need, is a friend indeed | |
Not just being cool, cause | |
I smoke good weed | |
Not sitting round me, with a trick up his sleeve | |
And does not believe, that | |
H. A. W. K. will succeed | |
How dare, you feel like that | |
Thought you had my back, now see where your heart is at | |
That hurt, like a heart attack | |
How fraud is that, when | |
I use to front you quarter sacks | |
Damn, I miss | |
Fat Pat And | |
I wouldn' t have to ask, do these niggaz really got my back | |
These niggaz, trying to get my stacks | |
Cause the guns gon splat, a few cats will be lying flat | |
Niggaz, wanna see me dead | |
Cause the same nigga who said, is the only motherfucker who' s scared | |
I' ma stay, chasing bread | |
And stay getting ahead, and fuck what another nigga said | |
I' m still living Hook ZRo: | |
Now when you throw up the | |
West upside down, it' s my side of town | |
I use to be a | |
Y. G., but | |
I' m a rider now | |
O. G. credentials and in like one of my rhymes, watch me spit that lead | |
I murder for money half right now, the other half after | |
I get that bitch | |
I ain' t gotta tell niggaz | |
I' m Cripping, they know | |
I' m Hoover | |
But I got | |
Blood homies that' s cuz homies, they' ll be the ones to come do ya | |
When you see me out in public, most likely | |
I' m by my lonely | |
Trust nobody, it' s just a plastic or the chrome only | |
When I beef | |
I pick skeletons, | |
I don' t pick bones homie | |
Eliminating everybody, cause the last time a punk bitch told on me | |
Just because | |
I follow nobody, don' t mean | |
I' m trying to leave niggaz | |
Most niggaz | |
I see trying to rush ya, can' t even feed niggaz | |
All I need is | |
God, to protect me from harm | |
And for the death of my enemies first twelve, the hundred and forty third song | |
I' ve been stabbed shot, went to sleep and woke up in prison | |
They said | |
I' d be dead in a year, but that was two years ago and | |
I' m still living Hook Talking: | |
Real talk nigga, | |
HADubK baby | |
S. U. C. MVP baby, my nigga | |
ZRo baby | |
Real talk baby, we still living | |
One deep for life nigga, | |
S. U. C. |