ask myself. Is life worth living, should I blast myself? Before I go to sleep at night, I ask myself. Is life worth living, should I blast myself? Look at myself
i ask myself. is life worth living, should i blast myself? before i go to sleep at night, i ask myself. is life worth living, should i blast myself? look at myself
4] [Billy Cook:] Yeeeeeeah, I everlast I'm a R&B gangsta Oooooh, Z-Ro Billy Cook R&B gangsta Whooooa, yeeeeah [talking:] Feel that, Z-Ro the Crooked nigga Z-Ro
motherfucker, slide tonight And put a swelling on his pimping, ride out tonight [Z-Ro] Back in 1994, I use to hustle all the time Instead of a woman, Ro
[Z-Ro] Since I been out by myself, I keep that bitch Nina with me If you my enemy, you don't wanna be the last nigga that seen her with me Z-Ro haters
the actions that these bitch niggas take And the T is for the tommy gun that's bout to blast And the E is for eternal cause I ever last [Z-Ro] I be feeling
(*talking*) 2000, Z-Ro, Z-Ro the motherfucking Don Y'all know me, talking about this shife ass life that we live Brothers killing brothers, sisters killing
phone number on the daily cause it won't hurt my pocket [Chorus] [Z-Ro: outro] Man, what's the god damn deal, Southside, Northside, Eastside, Westside It's your boy Z-Ro
for me, when I blast We gon see how many of em run from me Guerilla till I die, but I never shed a tear Cause they don't love a nigga here [Z-Ro] American
Only the tough and the strong and those who have hearts survive Guerilla Maab's on the rise, nigga [Hook 1 - 2x] [Z-Ro] Got my glock 44, and I think to myself
keeper Forever twice, what's none of the dark will Come to the street life, zero tolerance Taking no shorts, it's a ghetto crisis out here [Z-Ro] Who
what, cause if not than beware [Chorus - 2x] [Z-Ro} Stained all broke ass niggas in my mix, mix [Z-Ro] Now most of the time I'm by myself cause all
Telling you a tall tale of a G Cause everybody wanna be a G - 4x [Z-Ro] Hearing voices of the children of the corn The mother that has finally been warned
Z-Ro the Crooked (Chorus) In the wicked world, here come the champion, look out, look out Abra cadabra, and running with the gun in me hand, look out, look out [Z-Ro
Tinted our cars, platinum bars, weed delivery run I roll big chronic with chunks of hash to puff with my +CASH+ Chorus 1 + 2 [J-Ro] King T, X to the Z
tonight And put a swelling on his pimping, ride out tonight [Z-Ro] Back in 1994, I use to hustle all the time Instead of a woman, Ro had making
