Z-RO Ni**A From The Hood Lyrics

[Chorus]
Too many n____s, trying to take me off of my game
Just a n____ from the hood, that's looks some good
Now they all want to to jock my fame
When I coming down in my ?born?
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me
I don't give a d___ about none of you hoes
I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more

[Z-Ro]
You can't knock my hustle, ain't no games gone be played
Even haters a hundred miles away, deuce out they shades
Coming down one deep, I ain't gone stop and try to speak
I keep on rolling mean mugging as I pull on a sweet
I gave a cool package of sellers, because I knocked down yellas
Keep a 4 for myself and a 4-4 for the jealous
Cause them boys be scoping, intoxicated and hoping
That they run up on Z-Ro I leave they flesh wide open
Let them take me for what, cause I be d___ed if I slip
Beretta beam in the club same thang on my hip
Another case like that, if you don't think I bring that
Run on up and I'ma bust and flip your brain like crack

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
Nothing but dollars we clock, show after show we gone rock
Pimpin hoes in the five double o and baby mamas gone jock
What the f___ is the deal, somebody pass me the kill
Rubatussin and marijuana, one time and I peal
Don't let a snitch see my dope, cause the snitches gone squeel
If they play with my freedom, you know a coffin gone feel
n____s be working with laws, I'm gone work on they jaws
Putting snitches in ditches cause I know they be talking bout
Every move that I make, that's why I be solo when I bake
Cooking up in the kitchen come up with a ounce with no flakes
for goodness sake get back, before my finger start itching
Better believe when I relieve my stress you might come up missing
I don't be kissing no a__, take a hit and dump the ash
I'ma chop on 20's with sparkling oak on my dash
I'm too throwed to descirbe, out the Screwed Up tribe
Read about it in the Source, Murda Dog and the Vibe

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[Z-Ro]
Remember back in 94 they use to laugh at me baby
Now it's year two triple o broads be after me baby
Can you recall when I was sparkin now I hide behind tint
could of been in a drop or a escallade I know you want to know where I went
I got a b____ named Lucy, for me she sell her coochie
slide up in her v_____ for lunch when I feel like sushi
See until the day we fall, we ball out of control
Everyday at my low key location hoes fall out of they clothes
Range Rovers and Hummers, 45 glock gunner
Plus I'm a pen pimping veteran, smelling plex among new comers
How you love a platinum plack it means I'm already gold
It ain't no joke I'm in the store, five hundred thousand already sold
I'm throwed off in the mind, mic and producer and booms no ?reap? in the wine
Smoke to relax my mind, regular, skunk or lemon lime
f___ a neuse a n____s might go thet there to the po po why pop it
Giving out my phone number on the daily cause it won't hurt my pocket

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[Z-Ro: outro]
Man, what's the god d___ deal, Southside, Northside, Eastside, Westside
It's your boy Z-Ro, knocking down the door in year two triple o
S.U.C. for life, screw you, it's for you baby
Heavy Weighters, my n____ Toon, R-O, Big M-O-E
Z to the Ro, Geurilla Maab affilliated, know what I'm saying
Putting it down, new millenium it's ours, get that baby