Z-ro - Never Let The Game Go lyrics

Say Mike Dean, dig these blues.. [Z-Ro:] Here I go again, running off at the mouth about busters Motherf**ers 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 motherf**ing 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 b**hes got a n***a f**ed up, my attitude is already rude And too many people make me paranoid, so I wet a b**h 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'f**ing thug, even though I know better My only love is for my guerillas, and for the cheddar So all you mark a** n***as, get the f** up out of dodge Get your life right with God, then if you want war let's go to war [Z-Ro:] 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 cla**, I had money on my mind Visualizing a motherf**ing come up, ready to get up and grind Chasing paper like a motherf**er, 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 n***a 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 f** what I be aiming at Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that (Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that) [Z-Ro:] My n***as be k**ing eachother, behind these busted b**hes I would rather be spending my time in a drop top, something live on switches With a sack of that sh**, so I can calm my nerves down Dealing with b**h n***a after b**h n***a, 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 P.U.D. up, n***a what I'm ready to k** 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, n***as come to give me d**h 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 f** with me and take me out of my vibe n***a Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-fo' Never gonna let the game go, fa sho