lirik lagu z-ro - the same one
(-talking-)
say mike dean, dig these blues
[z-ro]
woke up with fifty some odd n-ggas, 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
n-ggas be bringing the k!ller, back out of me everyday
the same n-ggas, 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
f-ck you dollas, they’ll lay they blood or they cous’ down
it’ll be the same n-gga you be rolling with, and f-cking with hoes
that’ll tell your woman you unfaithful, cause you f-cking with hoes
same n-gga sit down to p-ss, unable to stand up straight
they the reason real n-ggas, 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
[hook]
it be the same one, claiming that he’s down for life
that’ll come, and lay you down tonight
same n-gga i retaliated fo’, with 45’s and k’s
the one that got me, doing time today no lie
same n-gga out of fed, running low on his bread
same n-gga, 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
[z-ro]
pamnick state jail, i got eight months to do
and it’s a trip, i see n-ggas banging for sodas and soups
in front of my eyes, i witnessed n-ggas get mad and b-tch
if don’t n0body feed em, y’all n-ggas 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 -ss n-gga, 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 n-gga
[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 b-tch only
cause when she opens her mouth, n-ggas can’t cl!ck on me
peep out the conversation of a chrome cop k!ller, drop n-ggas and b-tches
these snitches got me cool, if they without n-ggas and b-tches
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
f-cking with b-tch n-ggas, jeopardizes my life and freedom
so i f-ck’s with grey d, gon scoop him up and then here we come
we infamous and keep doing, can’t stop the sh-t 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 k!ller, respect it when you see one
[hook]
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