| Song | Still Livin' |
| Artist | Z-Ro |
| Album | I'm Still Livin |
| 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. |
| 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. |