Never Let It Go
Say Mike D, dig these blues...
Here I go again, runnin' off at the mouth about busters
Motherfucker's just mad at me 'cause they diamonds ain't up in clusters
Too many times I done paid my dues
Even today I'm still payin' 'em fool
Could it be the reason I'm so cold in the rap game, this motherfuckin' pain
I'm screamin' "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 feds at and break bread at
These some of my bitches got a nigga fucked up, my attitude is already rude
And too many people make me paranoid, so I'll wet a bitch and I'll wet a dude
Straight like that, I don't give a damn, I'm gangstafied, from toe to head, enough said
Flippin' in a gangsta ride and when it get gangsta, a gangsta will bust heads
It's in my blood, I'm a motherfuckin' thug, even though I know better
My only love is for my gorillas and for the cheddar
So all you mark ass niggas get the fuck up outta dodge
Get your life right with God, then if you want war, let's go to war!
It be a bunch of drama on my block, my partner accidentally shot his mama on my block
Tryin' to survive in the land of the lost, hopin' I could at least find me
'Cause back in high school ain't nout one of my teachers reached me
I wasn't cuttin' up in class, I had money on my mind
Visualizin' a motherfuckin' come up, ready to get up and grind
Chasin' paper like a motherfucker, me and buddy Ro, movin' ounce after ounce after ounce of that yayo
Makin' money what I love to do, but my freedom is pendin'
And if I get caught slippin' my freedom is endin', nigga I'm playin' it safe
100's and 50's and 20's and 10's and fives and ones up in my safe,
357 and a .40 and a .44 up in my waist, a maniac
Trigger happy and don't give a fuck what I be aimin' at
Ridgemont for live forever I'm claimin' that, Ridgemont for live forever I'm claimin' that
My niggas be killin' eachother behind these busted bitches
I would rather be spendin' my time in a drop top, somethin' out on switches
With a sack of that shit, so I can calm my nerves down
Dealin' with bitch nigga after bitch nigga I'm ready to release rounds
Out of the mini before I'ma shoot 'til it's over with, ain't nobody gon' stood up
Another one bites the dust, I'm throwin' that pud up, nigga what?
I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die for 'cause for my life
The reason why I'm anti-social and built a wall around my life
Ain't nobody but me
Z-Ro The Crooked in the flesh
Mo' City Texas ain't no fashion show, niggas come here and meet death
It'll be a battleground with nothin' but dead enemies of myself
'Cause when I be clickin' I be feelin' a strange energy within' myself
I never be givin' a damn about it because it be feelin' so live
And if I be doin' that there, don't fuck with me and take me outta my vibe, nigga
Ten, nine, eight, seven
Six, five, four
Never gonna let the game go, fo' sho'
Here I go again, runnin' off at the mouth about busters
Motherfucker's just mad at me 'cause they diamonds ain't up in clusters
Too many times I done paid my dues
Even today I'm still payin' 'em fool
Could it be the reason I'm so cold in the rap game, this motherfuckin' pain
I'm screamin' "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 feds at and break bread at
These some of my bitches got a nigga fucked up, my attitude is already rude
And too many people make me paranoid, so I'll wet a bitch and I'll wet a dude
Straight like that, I don't give a damn, I'm gangstafied, from toe to head, enough said
Flippin' in a gangsta ride and when it get gangsta, a gangsta will bust heads
It's in my blood, I'm a motherfuckin' thug, even though I know better
My only love is for my gorillas and for the cheddar
So all you mark ass niggas get the fuck up outta dodge
Get your life right with God, then if you want war, let's go to war!
It be a bunch of drama on my block, my partner accidentally shot his mama on my block
Tryin' to survive in the land of the lost, hopin' I could at least find me
'Cause back in high school ain't nout one of my teachers reached me
I wasn't cuttin' up in class, I had money on my mind
Visualizin' a motherfuckin' come up, ready to get up and grind
Chasin' paper like a motherfucker, me and buddy Ro, movin' ounce after ounce after ounce of that yayo
Makin' money what I love to do, but my freedom is pendin'
And if I get caught slippin' my freedom is endin', nigga I'm playin' it safe
100's and 50's and 20's and 10's and fives and ones up in my safe,
357 and a .40 and a .44 up in my waist, a maniac
Trigger happy and don't give a fuck what I be aimin' at
Ridgemont for live forever I'm claimin' that, Ridgemont for live forever I'm claimin' that
My niggas be killin' eachother behind these busted bitches
I would rather be spendin' my time in a drop top, somethin' out on switches
With a sack of that shit, so I can calm my nerves down
Dealin' with bitch nigga after bitch nigga I'm ready to release rounds
Out of the mini before I'ma shoot 'til it's over with, ain't nobody gon' stood up
Another one bites the dust, I'm throwin' that pud up, nigga what?
I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die for 'cause for my life
The reason why I'm anti-social and built a wall around my life
Ain't nobody but me
Z-Ro The Crooked in the flesh
Mo' City Texas ain't no fashion show, niggas come here and meet death
It'll be a battleground with nothin' but dead enemies of myself
'Cause when I be clickin' I be feelin' a strange energy within' myself
I never be givin' a damn about it because it be feelin' so live
And if I be doin' that there, don't fuck with me and take me outta my vibe, nigga
Ten, nine, eight, seven
Six, five, four
Never gonna let the game go, fo' sho'
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Writer(s): Joseph Wayne Mcvey
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