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[Z-Ro:] About time they opened up the door' for |
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Z-Ro 'Cause |
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I've been droppin' hits since 10 years ago |
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Tryin' to do it legal & not slang yayo |
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If I can't get it legal to the corner |
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I go I never took pride in slangin' cocaine |
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Never could get a job, but needed some more change |
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CD's wasn't sellin' because |
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I had no name |
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Nothin' but a |
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T-Shirt, no piece no chain |
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Too many times, |
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I was ready to give up |
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Run up in a bank & say this is a stick-up |
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Put my pain on records & record sales picked up |
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The tears |
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I done shed led me to the big bucks 2004, |
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I ain't broke no more ' |
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Cause God is my life jacket when |
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I sink solo |
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I went to a hundred thousand from a whole fo' |
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So all you haters hate me, as |
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I make a little more. [Chorus: Z-Ro] |
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I'm goin' |
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Platinum this time, this time, this time. |
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I think you fellas better respect my mind, mind. |
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I'm here to collect my pennies, my nickels & my dimes, my dimes, my dimes. |
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And ain't nobody gonna block out my shine, shine, shine. [Z-Ro:] |
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They got me livin' in a '56, |
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Mass L My locker full of commissary & my fan mail |
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My city sayin' "Z-Ro, what you gon' do when you get out of hell?" |
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I can't do no more pyrexes, no more scales |
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Tryin' to make a million dollars off my melody |
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Couldn't see it comin' so |
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I caught a state-jail felony |
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F1 bunk 12, there resides the stars |
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Special thanks to love 'cause "I Hate You Bitch" climbed me to the top of the charts |
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Bein' free is like bein' on lock |
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Niggas still kick it with ya, but try to get some of what ya got |
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I ain't never seen so many feminine men |
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Swear to God they holdin' in the world, but ain't nobody seein' dividends |
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That ain't the life of me, |
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I had to get it |
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Might not be rich in the present, but |
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I'm a be rich in a minute ' |
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Cause I got 3 |
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Cuzos sittin' up high, rollin' 24's |
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Screamin' |
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A.B.N. get in the door' waitin' for |
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Ro. [Chorus: Z-Ro] |
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I'm goin' |
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Platinum this time, this time, this time. |
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I think you fellas better respect my mind, mind. |
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I'm here to collect my pennies, my nickels & my dimes, my dimes, my dimes. |
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And ain't nobody gonna block out my shine, shine, shine. [Z-Ro:] |
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Jealousy & envy, play a major role |
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Everytime a player try to get his pockets swoll |
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Somebody said |
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I did this & said |
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I did that |
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Even told homicide, |
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I pushed the homey's wig back |
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They don't wanna see a nigga make it out of poverty. |
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When will they realize |
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God is runnin' with me ain't no stoppin' me? |
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Probably never will, so keep on tryin' |
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You can clip my wings, but |
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I see happyness in the sky so |
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I'm a keep on flyin'. |
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Until I find a rested place |
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So many battle scars, blood on my chest & face. |
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Whether I'm workin' or rappin' 24/7, me & |
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Satan be scrappin' |
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He want my soul, but |
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I ain't gon' let it happen. |
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Even if I lose my life, tryin' to chase my dream |
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Whoever do me gon' have hell when they face my team. |
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I got them same 3 |
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Cuzos holdin' me down, if |
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I ain't comin' back |
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Bet they bury me with |
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G-Stacks, plus a |
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Platinum plack. [Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2] |
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I'm goin' |
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Platinum this time, this time, this time. |
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I think you fellas better respect my mind, mind. |
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I'm here to collect my pennies, my nickels & my dimes, my dimes, my dimes. |
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And ain't nobody gonna block out my shine, shine, shine. |