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The root of all evil, and it does every man's downfall
All up in that street life, know what I'm talking bout?
I remember that shit, used to have a nigga doing crazy ass shit
Can't forget that, I remember that shit like it was yesterday
For real
Remember me like I was fed time
The only way that I knew to live my life, was doing crime
Even as a young nigga, all I ever wanted was to shine
The root of evil kept guerillas, living like we was blind
For the cash for the shine for the do', we was busting shots
And doing 85 in the hood, running from the cops
With Lil' Shay and B.J., trying to bring the click to the top
And deep inside, I knew the streets would never let us out
I don't want no pinks but if you did, then I would blast for mine
I don't want no cell but if I get caught up, I'm gon do my time
A real nigga forever, for the good for the bad
Never happy, forever sad
Peep me doing twenty acts, off of my pen and my pad
Now look at everything that I've done, trying to live lavish
I'm sick of living life broke, on the edge and trying to manage
You got my brother in a pen, for three with a L
You had me thinking it was love, but a nigga could never tell
For the money
How could you, do this to me
How could you, do this to me
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This is the situation, and everything is looking so crazy
And I can't even take it, baby mother play games with my baby
Tripping acting shady, when she the one that fucked up the family
Well since the fact I'm a playa, I'll
Duck and slide right through the place
And you know what it is, put this on everything I feel
Everything that I love, and everything that I live
Making my fetti, want my money and watching on wetty
Can't be tripping with the bullshit, because the bullshit is petty
I'm rocking it steady, and I do what I do working jelly
Always on my P's and Q's, watching out for the federale's
That's for my boys, ducking deep gotta try to get done
If it's hell or the hot water, fuck it I'm cooking them boys
Constantly, on my grind busting my ass to feed my kids
Since the days that I kid, my baby momma act like a bitch
It's enough I'm dealing with the laws
And it's enough I'm dealing with the niggas
Please don't create a madman, that'll
Turn around and have all y'all singing
I use to wonder how and why, my life was bad
Wanted to be anything, except like my dad
My apple fell far from the tree, straight out of the yard
Raising myself amongst strangers, living on boulevards
Gang related (am I?) naw, just for fortune or fame
Because they know me by the Z-Ro, plus they know me by my first name
Picture me rolling, in my Dodge Intrepid
I got no love for these niggas, so keep your groupie ass flipping
I can determine the real and the fake, don't make me ball up my paws
And punch a motherfucker's grill off his face
Case after case, but it ain't slowing me down
See y'all ain't know me at first, I bet y'all knowing me now
So when my trigga fly, a nigga die I ain't playing no games
And fuck this North and South shit, cause I ain't staking no claim
I ain't bring it with me, and I can't take it when I go
To the world, listen at what you did to me when I flow
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