back and walk away, While you fucking rot in misery That Judas smile will drown in sin Before you nail me to this cross again. A king of kings a
ive never been friendly, you should leave me alone, but if I S-L-I-P and my brains get blown just listen at my cd cuz i live in my songs (VERSE 1) Im just living
Hold up Z-Ro the crooked aka king of the ghetto Screwed Up Click soldier for life Know what I'm talking about Mo-City stand up in this motherfucker Know
[Talking:] King of the motherfucking Ghetto, yeah This one right here, goes out to my real nigga Nate My nigga Grey-D, out that Pud Park Ride or die nigga
me why I live like this Po' than a motherfuckers, but I still give like I'm rich I promise trying to make it to heaven, is hard as hell Especially now
(feat. Mussilini) [talking:] Gangstas G's, (gangstas) This for my gangstas, my gangstas For my gangstas, my G's This for my gangstas [Z-Ro:] Hell naw
[Hook - 2x] This is my wooooooorld Z-Ro, king of the ghettoooooo [Z-Ro] Once upon a time, not long ago There was a hustling motherfucker, with a cold
I ain't got no home Penitentiary grown, cause I roam with a pocket full of stones I wanna live my life with my life, ain't worth the living Cause while
so many homies, I need tissue nigga Taking million dolla pictures, me and all of my niggaz In three years, I plan to have stacks like Jigga Aw naw hell
bitch cum Said 'hell of a nigga am I' Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall Cause a hoe on the ave. was sucking his balls All the king's horses and all the
speech and always gettin' paid! [Chorus:] Living in America! Living in America! (All the time, station to station) Living in America! (Here to here, across the nation) Living
a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched [E.D.I] I live life
m gon' live how I live - how else you want a nigga to live? I'm gon' do, what I do I'm gon' say, what I say I'm gon' live how I live - how do you want
were the kings and queens of promise. We were the phantoms of our selves. Maybe the children of a lesser god, between Heaven and Hell. Heaven and Hell
in this land of Hell Jail and crack cells ???? culture Or the repercussion While bustin' on back-stabbing vultures Sellin' my soul For material wishes Fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live
