| Song | Love Ain't Live |
| Artist | Z-Ro |
| Album | I'm Still Livin |
| 作曲 : Castillo, McVey | |
| Z-Ro the Crooked, | |
| AKA King of | |
| Da Ghetto | |
| Representing | |
| Assholes By | |
| Nature [Z-Ro:] | |
| I always been a soldier, but | |
| I never did look for no wars | |
| I walk with | |
| God, but I still receive bruises and scars | |
| Everybody was shitting on me, for no reason | |
| Couldn't wait to get my money right, and finally get even | |
| Remember when | |
| I pushed the canary colors, with a pocket full of lint | |
| Booster cables was necessary, for everywhere | |
| I went Sold dope for a minute, till my nigga start snitching | |
| Guess they didn't wanna see a nigga, get money out the kitchen ' | |
| Fore my mama died (mama said), people gonna hate ya | |
| Cause they can't do what you doing, cause they women wanna date ya | |
| Be ready for it, it's gon happen all day long | |
| If everybody got love for ya, you doing some'ing wrong | |
| That's why | |
| I strive to please | |
| Z-Ro, keep my money on the low | |
| Cause if my friends try to get me, they gotta go | |
| You can hate me all you want, cause | |
| I'ma use it for my good | |
| Thanks for helping me, to make it out the hood [Hook: x2] | |
| This one is to my real niggaz, that hate me every single day | |
| Because of you, | |
| I make the world pay | |
| Ain't got no love for nothing that got love for me, cause love ain't live | |
| They don't love me, they love my nickels and dimes [Z-Ro:] | |
| Everytime | |
| I pray to | |
| God, I ask him to forgive me for all my flaws | |
| But I'm paranoid, | |
| I can't keep my pistol out my drawas | |
| Seem like everytime | |
| I move, somebody watching me | |
| But still | |
| I continue to pay my dues, it ain't no stopping me | |
| Till I'm satisfied, until then | |
| I'm left to ride till it's over | |
| But I travel with no passengers, you can't ride if you ain't doja | |
| I don't even trust myself, so where you think you stand with me | |
| Fuck everybody, | |
| I feel like everybody out to get me | |
| If it ain't so, tell me why | |
| I live like this | |
| Po' than a motherfuckers, but | |
| I still give like | |
| I'm rich I promise trying to make it to heaven, is hard as hell | |
| Especially now, when all | |
| I receive is pictures and mail | |
| Motherfuckers was plotting on me, just to get me out the way | |
| You them ride or die niggaz, | |
| I use to fuck with everyday | |
| I appreciate y'all, for turning your backs | |
| Once I was alone, all my poverty turned into stacks [Hook x2] [Z-Ro:] | |
| If you look me in my eyes, you will find no emotion | |
| The reason why | |
| I pass my homies up, and keep on coasting | |
| Cause life has been hard, and they ain't make it no better | |
| Making a mockery out of | |
| Joseph McVey, for lack of cheddar | |
| But now I make the world, pay me jewels and riches | |
| Remember when | |
| I gave a fuck, about you niggaz and bitches | |
| But when I was doing bad, | |
| I couldn't get up out the pit's hand | |
| Couldn't even spend the night, when | |
| I didn't have a spot to live in | |
| I barely had enough scratch, for a dime sack and a cigar | |
| To the world, | |
| I was just another nothing ass nigga | |
| But I made it out the ghetto, in the nick of time | |
| Right before | |
| I let my Z- | |
| Ro haters, see me lose my mind | |
| It's a different ball game, now | |
| I'm in the major leagues | |
| No longer have to be dreaming, just to see me play with | |
| G's I know my haters, can't stand me | |
| Cause everyday they homeboys and homegirls jam me, | |
| I'm loving it [Hook x2] |
| zuò qǔ : Castillo, McVey | |
| ZRo the Crooked, | |
| AKA King of | |
| Da Ghetto | |
| Representing | |
| Assholes By | |
| Nature ZRo: | |
| I always been a soldier, but | |
| I never did look for no wars | |
| I walk with | |
| God, but I still receive bruises and scars | |
| Everybody was shitting on me, for no reason | |
| Couldn' t wait to get my money right, and finally get even | |
| Remember when | |
| I pushed the canary colors, with a pocket full of lint | |
| Booster cables was necessary, for everywhere | |
| I went Sold dope for a minute, till my nigga start snitching | |
| Guess they didn' t wanna see a nigga, get money out the kitchen ' | |
| Fore my mama died mama said, people gonna hate ya | |
| Cause they can' t do what you doing, cause they women wanna date ya | |
| Be ready for it, it' s gon happen all day long | |
| If everybody got love for ya, you doing some' ing wrong | |
| That' s why | |
| I strive to please | |
| ZRo, keep my money on the low | |
| Cause if my friends try to get me, they gotta go | |
| You can hate me all you want, cause | |
| I' ma use it for my good | |
| Thanks for helping me, to make it out the hood Hook: x2 | |
| This one is to my real niggaz, that hate me every single day | |
| Because of you, | |
| I make the world pay | |
| Ain' t got no love for nothing that got love for me, cause love ain' t live | |
| They don' t love me, they love my nickels and dimes ZRo: | |
| Everytime | |
| I pray to | |
| God, I ask him to forgive me for all my flaws | |
| But I' m paranoid, | |
| I can' t keep my pistol out my drawas | |
| Seem like everytime | |
| I move, somebody watching me | |
| But still | |
| I continue to pay my dues, it ain' t no stopping me | |
| Till I' m satisfied, until then | |
| I' m left to ride till it' s over | |
| But I travel with no passengers, you can' t ride if you ain' t doja | |
| I don' t even trust myself, so where you think you stand with me | |
| Fuck everybody, | |
| I feel like everybody out to get me | |
| If it ain' t so, tell me why | |
| I live like this | |
| Po' than a motherfuckers, but | |
| I still give like | |
| I' m rich I promise trying to make it to heaven, is hard as hell | |
| Especially now, when all | |
| I receive is pictures and mail | |
| Motherfuckers was plotting on me, just to get me out the way | |
| You them ride or die niggaz, | |
| I use to fuck with everyday | |
| I appreciate y' all, for turning your backs | |
| Once I was alone, all my poverty turned into stacks Hook x2 ZRo: | |
| If you look me in my eyes, you will find no emotion | |
| The reason why | |
| I pass my homies up, and keep on coasting | |
| Cause life has been hard, and they ain' t make it no better | |
| Making a mockery out of | |
| Joseph McVey, for lack of cheddar | |
| But now I make the world, pay me jewels and riches | |
| Remember when | |
| I gave a fuck, about you niggaz and bitches | |
| But when I was doing bad, | |
| I couldn' t get up out the pit' s hand | |
| Couldn' t even spend the night, when | |
| I didn' t have a spot to live in | |
| I barely had enough scratch, for a dime sack and a cigar | |
| To the world, | |
| I was just another nothing ass nigga | |
| But I made it out the ghetto, in the nick of time | |
| Right before | |
| I let my Z | |
| Ro haters, see me lose my mind | |
| It' s a different ball game, now | |
| I' m in the major leagues | |
| No longer have to be dreaming, just to see me play with | |
| G' s I know my haters, can' t stand me | |
| Cause everyday they homeboys and homegirls jam me, | |
| I' m loving it Hook x2 |