Lil Flip, Z-Ro - Never Let the Game Go lyrics
[Lil Flip, Z-Ro - Never Let the Game Go lyrics]
Say Mike Dean, dig these blues
Here I go again
Running off at the mouth about busters
Motherfuckers just mad at me
Cause they diamonds ain't up in clusters
Too many times I done paid my dues
Giving a damn still paying 'em fool
Could it be the reason I'm so
Cold in the rap game
This motherfucking pain i'm screaming Jesus
I need a better way of life
Cause at the rate I travel now
I can't decipher day from night
Still the King of the Ghetto
The ghetto is where I lay my head at
Evade FED's at, and break bread at
These son of my bitches got
A nigga fucked up
My attitude is already rude
And too many people make me paranoid
So I wet a bitch and I wet a dude
Straight like that I don't give a damn
I'm gangstafied from Toderhead enough said
Flipping in a gangsta ride and
When it get gangsta
A gangsta will bust heads
It's in my blood I'm a mo'fucking thug
Even though I know better
My only love is for my guerillas
And for the cheddar
So all you mark ass niggas
Get the fuck up out of dodge
Get your life right with God
Then if you want war let's go to war
It be a bunch of drama, on my block
My partna accidently shot his mama
On my block
Trying to survive in the land of the lost
Hoping I could at least find me
Cause back in high school
Ain't nan one of my teacher reached me
I wan't cutting up in class
I had money on my mind
Visualizing a motherfucking come up
Ready to get up and grind
Chasing paper like a motherfucker
Me and buddy Ro moving ounce after ounce
After ounce of that yayo
Making money what I love to do
But my freedom is pending
And if I get caught slipping
My freedom is ending nigga
I'm playing it safe
One hundreds and fifties
And twenties and tens and fives
And ones up in my safe, 3-57 and a 4-0
And a 4-4 up in my waist, a maniac
Trigga happy
And don't give a fuck what I be aiming at
Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that
(Ridgemont for li' forever
I'm claiming that)
My niggas be killing eachother
Behind these busted bitches
I would rather be spending my
Time in a drop top
Something live on switches
With a sack of that shit
So I can calm my nerves down
Dealing with bitch nigga after bitch nigga
I'm ready to release rounds
Out of the mini-one form I
Shoot till it's over with
Ain't nobody gon stood up
Another one bites the dust I'm
Throwing that PUD up, nigga what
I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die
The cause for my life
The reason I'm anti-social
And built a wall around my life
Ain't nobody with me
Z-Ro the Crooked in the flesh
Mo City Texas ain't no fashion show
Niggas come to give me death
It'll be a battleground
With nothing but dead enemies or myself
Cause when I be clicking
I be feeling a strange energy within myself
I never be giving a damn about it
Because it be feeling so live
And if I be doing that there
Don't fuck with me and take me
Out of my vibe nigga
Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-fo'
Never gonna let the game go, fa sho
Here I go again
Running off at the mouth about busters
Motherfuckers just mad at me
Cause they diamonds ain't up in clusters
Too many times I done paid my dues
Giving a damn still paying 'em fool
Could it be the reason I'm so
Cold in the rap game
This motherfucking pain i'm screaming Jesus
I need a better way of life
Cause at the rate I travel now
I can't decipher day from night
Still the King of the Ghetto
The ghetto is where I lay my head at
Evade FED's at, and break bread at
These son of my bitches got
A nigga fucked up
My attitude is already rude
And too many people make me paranoid
So I wet a bitch and I wet a dude
Straight like that I don't give a damn
I'm gangstafied from Toderhead enough said
Flipping in a gangsta ride and
When it get gangsta
A gangsta will bust heads
It's in my blood I'm a mo'fucking thug
Even though I know better
My only love is for my guerillas
And for the cheddar
So all you mark ass niggas
Get the fuck up out of dodge
Get your life right with God
Then if you want war let's go to war
It be a bunch of drama, on my block
My partna accidently shot his mama
On my block
Trying to survive in the land of the lost
Hoping I could at least find me
Cause back in high school
Ain't nan one of my teacher reached me
I wan't cutting up in class
I had money on my mind
Visualizing a motherfucking come up
Ready to get up and grind
Chasing paper like a motherfucker
Me and buddy Ro moving ounce after ounce
After ounce of that yayo
Making money what I love to do
But my freedom is pending
And if I get caught slipping
My freedom is ending nigga
I'm playing it safe
One hundreds and fifties
And twenties and tens and fives
And ones up in my safe, 3-57 and a 4-0
And a 4-4 up in my waist, a maniac
Trigga happy
And don't give a fuck what I be aiming at
Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that
(Ridgemont for li' forever
I'm claiming that)
My niggas be killing eachother
Behind these busted bitches
I would rather be spending my
Time in a drop top
Something live on switches
With a sack of that shit
So I can calm my nerves down
Dealing with bitch nigga after bitch nigga
I'm ready to release rounds
Out of the mini-one form I
Shoot till it's over with
Ain't nobody gon stood up
Another one bites the dust I'm
Throwing that PUD up, nigga what
I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die
The cause for my life
The reason I'm anti-social
And built a wall around my life
Ain't nobody with me
Z-Ro the Crooked in the flesh
Mo City Texas ain't no fashion show
Niggas come to give me death
It'll be a battleground
With nothing but dead enemies or myself
Cause when I be clicking
I be feeling a strange energy within myself
I never be giving a damn about it
Because it be feeling so live
And if I be doing that there
Don't fuck with me and take me
Out of my vibe nigga
Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-fo'
Never gonna let the game go, fa sho