Z-Ro - No Games lyrics

I'm from Missouri City, Texas
Ridgemont to be exact where you haters come
To get your wig stomped
And 9-1-1 is just a number
Cause the laws ain't coming
We all got Glock 40's, and let em thump
So before, I sell my soul
A nigga like me'll do my whole sentence
With no parole
Damn it I'm tired of falling short
Everytime I set a goal
But, if we get pulled over
I'm gon claim what's mine
Ain't gon try to act like I
Don't know who it's fo'
Y'all niggas be telling lies
Straight up snitching
Probably piss sitting down cause y'all women
With your make-up on switching
Me I stand up on ten toes
Won't fall for nothing
Fuck a percentage I need the total
It's all or nothing
I never ran from anybody
A coward I can't be that
Or get beat the fuck up by
One of these ho ass niggas
I just can't see that
I'm the King of the Ghetto mayn
They call me Z-Ro
Yeah it's cool to take a picture
But don't fuck with me ho cause uh

Z-Ro, don't play no games-games
Hell naw, I don't play no games-games
Stash spot for my burner
In my car do' mayn mayn yeah I'm rapping
But, I'm still trapping stacking
That dope mayn mayn

If you hang with haters
You might pick up some of they produty
Since I love me how I am
One deep is how I gotta be
If ends don't make his best friend
The victim of a robbery
So I don't expect none of my people
To ride or die for me
I handle my own beef, I don't need back-up
Cause if they talking bout jumping me
I'm raising my gat up
See all I have in this world
Is my balls and my pride
Fuck talking about you behind your back
I'm trying to see your eyes
Then I say something
Unlike these mark ass niggas
Because they stay bumping
Telling motherfuckers they whip
But can't afford to lay away something
And every bad bitch come around
They swear they had em
But when they close enough to touch
Niggas won't reach out and grab em
I ain't never, had to lie on my poll
Cause everytime it get swoll
I select something to fold and leave it swoll
Hope she don't try to go through my pockets
When I'm asleep though
Yeah it's cool to bump and grind
But don't fuck with me ho cause uh

I talk like and walk like, a gangsta my nigga
One in the chamber
In case I meet up with danger my nigga
You fail to plan, then you plan to fail
I plan on receiving residuals
From all my record sales
I stand on stages alone
Just me and the microphone
Do one of your favorite songs
Take some pictures then I'm gone
Instead of going to a mansion
I'm headed back to the block
It's time to get the trap cracking
I move marijuana and crack rock
Not saying that you're bad
For saying I'm chasing cash
Cause depending on rap money
I'd be broke and on my ass
Whatever I gotta do, to stay up on my feet
It's a guarantee I'mma do it
Until I see me deceased
Now if you do some ho shit in front of me
I'mma let you know
And if it hurts you to hear it
Don't come around a real nigga no mo'
Take your feelings out your pockets
Cause it means nothing to Z-Ro
Yeah y'all can make motherfucker feel guilty
But not me though