[Talking] Gotta make sure these words are understandable Cause it's a motherf**ing shame, all these short Comings in the game, hoe a** n***as, hoe a** b**hes Know I'm saying [Z-Ro] I'm still King of the Ghetto, ain't a damn thang changed Still sip out the prescription bottle, with hydro on my brain It help a n***a make it through the drama, swear to God I be feeling like busting heads, and relocate to the Bahamas But I don't wanna be a runaway, I love my block But I can't seem to put my gun away, friends be k**ing friends So I don't make no ends, with nobody I know Cause if nobody gets nervous, then nobody's gotta go That's the G-Code, and I will busting simply, then I will reload Sick of all of this gun bumping, from you people Turning a Christian into someone who is evil, Z-Ro Motherf**ers all up in my business, broadcasting my life Presidential Records suing Z-Ro, and his pockets ain't right Why they wanna spread rumors, bout Ro Dog Turn me to a menace to society like O-Dog [Chorus] It's a shaa-aa-ame, the way they f** around with my mind It's a shaa-aa-ame, the way they try to hurt me It's a shaa-aa-ame, the way they got me walking round with my nine Raised on game, a soldier that's showing no mercy [Z-Ro] When I wake up, I be wishing to find another way to make a living Baking a cake, back in the kitchen got my palms itching Scratch that with a fat stack, of Benjamin Franklin, y'all better Back back trying to get my stack, I got a black mack in a black backpack I know you jealous n***as, hate me cause I shine They know I be rolling one deep, trying to follow behind I gotta handle my business, by myself cause I'm alone Really nothing to live fo', no more wife no more kids at home Ain't that a shame, I'm losing everything I love When they f** up its okay, but when it's me they hold a grudge You think I ain't know, you was f**ing over Z-Ro With Lil' Shannon around the time, your vehicle was repoed My love for you was that of a mother, one I never had I know we could never be again, I'm forever sad But a hustler, gotta keep hustling Until then, I-10 drug smuggling [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Sometimes I be wondering, if I'm ever gon make it Ducking and dodging poverty, am I ever gon shake it Every n***a I deal with, keeps saying they down Why my money be funny, everytime it be coming round I told him tell em 25 hundred, he told em three thousand Making me miss out on money, Sam gon witness me clowning When you give a n***a a inch, they try to take the whole ruler After my inches, nothing but the forty-four ruger Who am I, Z-Ro the Crooked I'm not a hoe But instead of busting your head, I'ma go on and let you go I'ma receive my blessing, better believe my weapon Is a first, from the basic instructions before leaving earth The bible, and if we follow it properly its survival We gotta listen sometimes, even though we wanna all shine And glisten sometimes, remember we on a heavenly mission sometimes [Chorus] [Talking] One love to my motherf**ing soldier n***as J-Pimp, my n***a Rice aka sliding up under something When they get outta line