The Same One

Z-Ro

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    (*talking*)
    Say Mike Dean, dig these blues

    [Z-Ro]
    Woke up with fifty some odd niggaz, bumping they gums
    God I tried to be calm, but everywhere I go it's like Vietnam
    I tried to be Joseph McVey, but hey
    Niggaz be bringing the killer, back out of me everyday
    The same niggaz, I broke with and got fed with me
    Stood behind the trigger, when the infrared lead hit me
    In my conclusion, ain't no such thing as a friend all I know
    Homicides are homies plotting, trying to sniff off my ends
    Like they a bloodhound, or a cuz-hound
    Fuck you dollas, they'll lay they blood or they cous' down
    It'll be the same nigga you be rolling with, and fucking with hoes
    That'll tell your woman you unfaithful, cause you fucking with hoes
    Same nigga sit down to piss, unable to stand up straight
    They the reason real niggaz, doing time up-state
    Talking to two 2-2 clips, cause they hustle is dead
    The block is too hot for em, so they snitching to get they bread

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    It be the same one, claiming that he's down for life
    That'll come, and lay you down tonight
    Same nigga I retaliated fo', with 45's and K's
    The one that got me, doing time today no lie
    Same nigga out of FED, running low on his bread
    Same nigga, trying to get between my lil' mama legs
    It be the same one you figured, was closest to ya
    That'll talk abot you, like he never knew ya

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    [Z-Ro]
    Pamnick State Jail, I got eight months to do
    And it's a trip, I see niggaz banging for sodas and soups
    In front of my eyes, I witnessed niggaz get mad and bitch
    If don't nobody feed em, y'all niggaz oughtta walk with a switch
    I deliver blows to the nose, of my feminine foes
    I promise I bet not see you fellas, at none of my shows
    Talking down in a penalty, that could send you to the doctor
    Touch you up, and try to fit you in your property locker
    Now dig these blues, I heard that I was paying for protection
    Ol' coward ass nigga, 35 bunk
    I got speakers bigger than you, in back of my trunk
    So I kick's it with 21 and 44, and 29 bunk
    Whoop the suffer spread, and watch the time rewind
    His fellas hate us, cause we stay in the commissary line nigga

    [Hook]

    [Z-Ro]
    It be the same one screaming, that he's down for life
    That'll set up a robbery, and lay me down tonight
    That's why I travel with my bitch only
    Cause when she opens her mouth, niggaz can't click on me
    Peep out the conversation of a chrome cop killer, drop niggaz and bitches
    These snitches got me cool, if they without niggaz and bitches
    Ain't a thang changed, friends ain't friends no more
    I'm on the clock for Lil' James, Rap-A-Lot Mafia hard core
    If you hang around smokers, you most likely to be one
    I'ma hang around some money, cause I'm trying to get me some
    Fucking with bitch niggaz, jeopardizes my life and freedom
    So I fuck's with Grey D, gon scoop him up and then here we come
    We infamous and keep doing, can't stop the shit what we done
    Relaxing is an action, that could make your life a rerun
    That's the reason, I roll around Houston with two or three guns
    Z-Ro and anybody killer, respect it when you see one

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    Composición: J. Mark McVey

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