Z-Ro - Still in the Hood lyrics

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?born?
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 SUC 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

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

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 cd's they was capping
I stay making daily breakers
Cd, 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 digit's
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