Z-Ro – 2 Many Niggaz lyrics

(Verse 1: Z-Ro )

When will it ever stop
All this hatin' and droppin' salt
All I'm tryna do is live lavish with millions in my vault
Not from sellin' crack on the corner
I'm tryna do it legal
But I guess It ain't no pleasin' my people
Cause everything I do
Feel It be somebody tellin' me I won't succeed
But I'm a millionaire and I owe it all to the hatred I recieved
Mothafuckas that used to be down ain't down no mo'
My true partnas can't be found no mo'
Therefore my motto is fuck friends
The only dawg I need is Benjamin Franklin
Tryna take him a from me you gon' wind up stankin'
I got a family to feed
(so currency's what I need)
But the people I break bread with would rather see me bleed
Tryna take all of my fortune, but my fame is forever
And S.U.C. I'ma claim it forever
And I'm still down with the yellow
So fuck all these bitches and bitches ass fellas
And fuck a 4 is a P.T. and a glock
50 fo's is jealous nigga

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2 many niggas tryna take me off of my game (take me off of my game)
A nigga from the hood did a lil somethin' good now they all wanna jock my fame (all wanna jock my fame)
So when I'm comin' down in my foriegn and I'm rollin' one-deep that should tell ya 'bout me (S.U.C.)
I don't give a damn about none o' you hoes
I blast on sight cause I ain't trippin' no mo' (mo')

(Verse 2: Z-Ro)

As soon as them eyes close It's over and that's that
Cause when they murdered my partna he ain't get to blast back
Is that the price to pay just to have nice things
And is my life in danger because I have ice mayne
Its a shame
Can't even sport our jewelry like we wanna
Cause every time we shine the jackers tryna creep up on us
Catchin' pistol case
After pistol case, ridin' dirty
Mr. Officer I'm not a killer just wanna see thirty
Cause the odds be against me when I roll alone
The clip full of demon repellants what I'm holdin' on
I'm tryna make it
wether with this gangsta shit, I ain't gon' fake it
Anything a nigga earned, I'll be damned if a nigga take it
Now-a-days, the ghetto version of Spundalay
A nigga will run up in yo' residence with the undelay, cold-hearted
Disrespectin' God's children, bitch you made for a prison

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(Verse 3: Z-Ro)

Too many of you mothafuckas
So I'ma hate everybody I can hate
And I don't give a fuck about nothin'
Fuck a nigga, fuck a bitch
Let me get that straight
Ain't no love
I'm not ya blood or yo' cuz
Nigga/Bitch I'ma loner
I'm an asshole by nature
You can get with that or you can leave it at this, bitch
The only company I need is weed
And since I'm nervous by nature I'ma make you bleed indeed
I trust nothin'
If I get a funny feelin' I'm gon' be bustin'
Plus if my blood rushin'
It'll be mo' than a concusion
From my head-shots
These red dots, gon' cover yo brain
I got problems I can't cope
But murder seem to keep me sane
1 love to my nigga Moe and 1 love to my nigga Red
And 1 love to my mothafuckin' bread
I'ma get that

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