Z.RO

I Found Me

Z.RO


Man fuck y'all.. 

[Z-Ro] 
Nigga fuck all y'all 
Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes 
If I needed a ride, I called on niggaz 
If I wanted some ass, I called on hoes 
But not no mo' though, I get around in a tinted out fo' do' 
And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang 
Don't fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love 
Razor blade to the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood 
This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz 
Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs 
When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs gone 
And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the butter 
Because after that, all the god damn bud gone 
I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a bubbler 
Mama said that, it would it be days like this 
But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this 
Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like this 
Or click me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like this 
That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch 
And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones 
To break a nigga bones, but never be stones and sticks 
I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode 
And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul 
Finally, I found me 

[Hook - 2x] 
Man fuck, finally I found me 
Man fuck you hoes, I found me 

[Z-Ro] 
I use to be a cool cat 
Now a victim of the blues cat 
I got tired of motherfuckers, taking a nigga for granted 
All I got is my mind, I can't lose that 
I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind gone 
It ain't lost, cause I know where it's at 
Just on another level than boys, around here 
For the paper stack, cause I'ma go where it's at 
I sound like a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga) 
Damn though, some of y'all try to bo'gaurd 
Piss a nigga off and get that ass caught, late night 
On the backstreets, hollin' oh Lord 
It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed 
Because, I don't give a damn no more 
Niggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck you hoes 
Finally, I found me 

[Trae] 
It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang changed 
I just peeped the game, and these niggaz be shife 
Over the years, I seen a lot of niggaz turn fake 
Riding thick on the cool, and then I have to erase 
You see me and the Maab, done learned without a thang 
Man most of these niggaz, be around for the fame 
It ain't no more love, therefor if you ain't kin 
And if you get up in mine, you gon meet your end 
I'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourself 
And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand 
If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask 
You better stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass 
It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that 
I think you better get back, and shut the fuck up 
For you straight step off, and get fucked up 
Nigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts 
So don't come around now bitch 
When you showed everybody, all kinds of love 
And I ain't got none left, didn't nobody wanna care 
How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone till I meet my death 
Everybody we was cool with, fuck you too 
And everybody who was hating us, fuck you too 
It just took a little time, for me to find myself 
And that's why we getting rich off ourself 

[Hook - 2x] 

[Z-Ro] 
Better watch your back, and identify yourself 
Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every weapon 
I pack, fuck around and fr-fry yourself 
A punk ass patty melt, no remorses gon be felt 
When I be dealing, with a less than G individual 
Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be felt 
I never did trust no bitch, and I don't trust no nigga 
Fuck all of my associates, but in a life of a life 
This motherfucker like me, you get what you suppose to get 
Pussy in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead 
And I smoke, one of these old busted up ass hoes 
Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one deep 
And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know 
Coming around my neck of the woods, is a no-no 
Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please 
Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe 
That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor blade 
And the reason, I wear long sleeves 
Y'all can't help me, I don't want your help 
I just want some, leave me alone 
I don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets 
Bitch, just leave me to roam 
Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a damn 
If I get one in my dome, fuck you dealing 
Y'all don't understand my zone, finally I found me 

[Hook - 4x] 

(*talking*) 
This Ridgemont 4 forever, Z-Ro 
The motherfucking Crooked, know I'm saying 
I ain't having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets 
You know I'm saying, so send the hoes to another 
Nigga, you feel me, it's 2K1 bitch, forever 
Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't going nowhere 
Still chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap