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lirik lagu never let it go – z-ro

[z-ro:]
say mike d. dig these blues…
here i go again, runnin’ off at the mouth about buster’s
muthaf-cker’s just mad at me ’cause they diamonds ain’t up in cl-ster’s
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 is m-th-f-ckin’ pain!”
i’m screamin’ “jesus, i need a better way of life!”
’cause at the rate i travel now, i can’t decide a day from night
still the king of the ghetto, the ghetto is where i lay my head at, evade feds at & break bread at
these some of my b-tches got a n-gg- f-cked up, my att-tude is already rude
and too many people make me paranoid, so i’ll wet a b-tch & i’ll wet a dude
straight like that i don’t give a d-mn i’m gangstafied, from toe to head, enough said
flippin’ in a gangsta ride & when it get gangsta, a gangsta will bust heads
it’s in my blood, i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ thug, even though i know better
my only love is for my gorillas & for the cheddar
so all you mark -ss n-gg-s get the f-ck up outta 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 partner accidentally shot his mama on my block
tryin’ to survive in the land of the lost, hopin’ i can at least find me
’cause back in high school ain’t now one of my teachers reached me
i wasn’t cuttin’ up in cl-ss, i had money on my mind
visualizin’ a m-th-f-ckin’ come up, ready to get up & grind
chasin’ paper like a m-th-f-cker, me & buddy ro, movin’ ounce after ounce after ounce of that yayo
makin’ money what i love to do, but my freedom is pendin’ & if i get caught slippin’ my freedom is endin’ n-gg- i’m playin’ it safe
100’s & 50’s & 20’s & 10’s & 5’s, some 1’s up in my safe, 357 & a .40 & a .44 up in my waist a maniac
trigger happy & don’t give a f-ck what i be aimin’ at
ridgemont for live forever i’m claimin’ that. ridgemont for live forever i’m claimin’ that.

[z-ro:]
my n-gg-s be killin’ each other behind these busted b-tches
i would rather be spendin’ my time in a drop top, somethin’ out on switches
with a sack of that sh-t, so i can calm my nerves down
dealin’ with b-tch n-gg- after b-tch n-gg- i’m ready to release rounds
out of the mini .14 i’m a shoot ’til it’s over with, ain’t n-body gon’ stud up
another one bites the dust, i’m throwin’ that pud up. n-gg- what?
i’m ready to kill & i’m ready to die for ’cause for my life
the reason why i’m anti-social & built a way around my life
ain’t n-body but me
z-ro the crooked in the flesh
mo’ city texas ain’t no fashion show, n-gg-s come here & 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 d-mn about it because it be feelin’ so live
so when i be doin’ that there, don’t f-ck with me & take me outta my vibe, n-gg-
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 never gonna let the game go… fo’ sho’.

- z ro

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