Still In The Hood

Z-Ro

Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game 
Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good 
Now they all want to jock my fame 
But when I'm coming down in my (foreign) 
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me 
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes 
I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more 

Nigga I'm tired, this drama got me booted and fried 
At least I got records in the store bitch nigga you getting dried 
Steady running around rapping and capping and talking shit 
I got gorillas every where be careful who you walking with 
Southside, south-sid for live, wouldn't want to be you 
Be running up on you closed casket nobody gonna see you 
Bitch it's over, barely with Barber right behind me in the rover 
My partner from Mercy told you we gone get you if we owe you 
Military minded I'm a S.U.C. soldier 
Don't want it if it's hard cause the south lets you see over 
I'm trying to keep my head on, but it's rolling off my shoulders 
When I lost my people god damn, my heart was pumping colder 
Shedding crocodile tears, man folks feeling this pain 
And left a stain in my brain so I'm cracking like a window pain 
On the edge having a conversation with my infrared 
All these fuck niggas can get it two to the head and get dead 

Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game 
Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good 
Now they all want to jock my fame 
But when I'm coming down in my (foreign) 
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me 
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes 
I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more 

It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked busting heads strictly for cash 
Taking out contracts on haters with a beam and a mask 
You can run you can hide but it ain't no escaping 
I'm a trend setter with a beretta for real it ain't no faking 
I done showed up, then I poured up, then I blowed up like heats 
Diamond slugs up on my teeth, I done been violent fuck the peace 
I got a slug for these haters that's approaching me wrong 
Let them mash off in first class there ain't no coaching my song 
Hydro-V to the dome, with it on back to the chrome 
I'm kind of quick to click so get gone or catch one to the dome 
Mo-City Texas that's my home, but I can rome all over 
So it's ghetto love these cats gone get me full up on sober 
Real recognize real, and the fake gone fade away 
Use to selling drugs to get that pay, but god done mad a way 
For me to stack my ends, my paper, my moola, my fetty 
And took this by surprise I knew you hoes wasn't ready 

Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game 
Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good 
Now they all want to jock my fame 
But when I'm coming down in my (foreign) 
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me 
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes 
I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more 

Remember back in 94' they use to laugh at me team 
Now it's year 2k2 women be after me team 
But fuck a female, it's all about my retail 
On tapes and c.d.'s they was capping I stay making daily breakers 
C.d., and they chose to make tapes, up on the stage 
It use to be all about hooping now I'm all about getting paid 
Getting leid I can miss it, I'd rather have my digits 
Trying to get up on me a stack, taller than the tallest midget 
I'm on bitches than a red nose pit, with his mouth on it 
I be platinum 'fore it's over bitch I put the south on it 
You can put your mouth on it, if you ain't than zip it up 
Get off my dick bitch right quick because I'm about to rip it up 
And for no reason at all, it's fuck y'all 
Fuck around and get to busting so you best to best duck dog 
I've been going through a whole thang, everyday 
So I don't give a damn if you get chose man I got this k, and I don't play