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Z-RO lyrics : "King of the Ghetto"

[Hook x2]
This is my wooooooorld
Z-Ro, king of the ghettoooooo


[Z-Ro]
Once upon a time, not long ago

There was a hustling mother$#&@er, with a cold $$# flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw

With a pistol on his right side, and one in his back
I-10 again and again, from running that crack
Girlfriend kept complaining, cause he never at home

So he told her deal with it (*##$, or get the $#&@ on
It was money over (*##$es, on his mind
Plus all of his partnas, thought that he would never shine

The number be 15 and 5, up in the kitchen
He could do it straight up, or he could do it with a whipping
But then came a drought, and then he put his first album out

Decided to do it full time, cause record stores kept selling out
Still in the game, cocaine on top of the brain
From the studio to the streets, Z-Ro is everything


[Hook x2]


[Z-Ro]
King of the ghetto, I'm sitting on my throne
Got a red light, sitting on my chrome

Ridgemont Texas, representing
With a taper fade, sitting on my dome
I mash ^!$$%z, and I trash ^!$$%z

When it come down, to the cash ^!$$%
Beat that $$#, in a flash ^!$$%
Pistol play, and I'ma blast ^!$$%

Gangstafied, from Goderhead
All day long, I chase my bread
But on the low, I don't $#&@ with FED's

Cause a snitch ^!$$%, get dressed in red
Shut up (*##$, she look so lie
But they don't know, she'll take your life

Not giving a $#&@, or get $#&@ed up
And end up dead, with your dick in the sky
Go my way, we gon have fun

Instead of happiness, we have done
About our business, corrupting our kidneys
All that codeine, weed and drugs

I'm leaning over, but still a soldier
Pimp my pen, like I'm suppose to
Nothing but the finest, light green doja

Got it from C-Note, from the Clover
Animal thug, I thug for life
So I ain't going, to the club tonight

Block is bleeding, I'm here for the eating
And supervising, my funds tonight
I scuffle and hustle, on my grind

No matter the weather, no matter the time
Roll out the red carpet for Z-Ro, this world is mine


[Hook x2]

[Z-Ro]

Who that bumping, who that beefing
Hope you brought something, to put your chief in
Interrupting me, while I'm reefer chiefing

I'm a gangsta, not Erkle Steven
Cause I don't laugh, and I don't play
And no, is something that I don't say

I don't give a mother$#&@, about your day
Hoe, get the $#&@ out of my way
I'm lean as $#&@, and don't like nobody

My style of rap, is I'm like nobody
I let off fo' shots, and hit fo' bodies
OG with it, like Amas Rodney

Still in the game, as a MVP
Dealing with haters, that envy me
$#&@ fabricated, and commercializing

I'ma bring my block, to MTV
Show love, and do all I can
For all my people, and all my fans
But mother$#&@ers, be hating me
For the life of me, I can't understand

Cause I'm cool as hell, till a hater get bold
Step out of line, $#&@ around get stoled
I must be, their mother$#&@ing issue
Cause all these ^!$$%z, getting drove
Up a lot, like a Volkswagon

I get a commission, for toe tagging
A slim killa, with a wide body
Polo top, and Polo sagging
I live my life, like I don't care
But every night, I be deep in prayer

Then I get off, my knees
And hustle, straight like that there

[Hook x2]

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