- Z-Ro Talkin Down On Me 歌詞
- Z-Ro
- [Z-Ro:] Since
I be rollin by myself,
I keep that *******
Nina with me
And If you my enemy, you dont wanna be the last ******* that seen her with me
Z-Ro haters be makin my attitude, rude
******* around & get stole on, if you ******* -up my moves
Dude, finally
I found myself,
I had to stop blowin that kick em
Cause eventually
I wouldve drowned myself
Already need a anger management class
See if a buster cross me, it dont matter the situation
I damage his ass
Soldier thats what
I be. So *******, why you tryin to play me like a
H O E? Turn me loose so
I can make it to the
T O P Its like
Im in a bucket full of
C R A Bs, but
I keep climbin
And I keep on rhymin while they be bumpin they gums
Lookin at my diamonds whinin & blindin no dumpin they guns
Cause they cant see me, *******
Im invisible to the hate
Thugged off in my kitchen, cuttin chemicals in my cakes. [Chorus:]
Talkin Down
On Me from a safe place, now
Im in your face.
What you gon do now?
Barrettas &
Rugas on my person, they would do ya if
I burst em.
What you gon do now?
Mo City my block showin no pity for cops, if you trespass .
You done ******-up now.
No bustin in the sky 1st one through your thigh, 2nd ones a chest blast.
I done lucked you out now. [Z-Ro :]
*******s be cool in my face, but hate behind my back
Talk Down
On Me in front of me, but not behind my gat
I bet you wont do that,
I bet you scared of that iron
Perpetratin like you a gorilla, sellin drinks in line
You aint never seen the
Pen *******, the penitentiary
They talk rehabilitation, but look at what it did to me
I smoke more & sip more than ever before
Mutha******s be on my nerves, so
I lean on that dro
Tryin to keep on droppin a bomb on the *******-made
Dont be lookin surprised, yall made it this way
I got a Vendetta with lifts, that be tryin to sink me
Sendin police after me & tryin to link me
To aggravated robbery & strong-arm jackin
Tryin to throw me off my note, so
I cant do no stackin
Johnny Cochran over lawyer got me out on bail
Lookin for ** *****s that was plottin on receivin my mail. [Chorus:] [x2]
Talkin Down
On Me from a safe place, now
Im in your face.
What you gon do now?
Barrettas &
Rugas on my person, they would do ya if
I burst em.
What you gon do now?
Mo City my block showin no pity for cops , if you trespass.
You done ******-up now.
No bustin in the sky first one through your thigh, 2nd ones a chest blast.
I done lucked you out now.
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