Z-Ro
Hey, why they hate me like I stole something
to make a nigga want to roll something
But I'm they closest partner if I let them hold something
Good for nothing but making me hate my peers
So let the world taste my tears
When they roll, they represent anger, paranoid with one in the
chamber
To live the heads shots to my foes and make them through with
Dana
And when they splash it's a blood bath, and I trust no one
Ain't no more chunking up the deuce, when my thugs pass
Live my life in silentary vomet away from y'all
If I needed artillery could I even get the K from y'all
I'm all alone in the ways of the
wicked, since I can't stand you
hoes
For real I'm lonely when I kick it, in the lumino
With straps and shells my life is murder and mail
See I was fishing see me coming and they blast theyself
This for my homies they don't know me when I'm broke
Swear to god I hope you motherf**kers choke, when my gun smoke,
hate

Chorus - 2x
The H is for these hoe niggas that's all in my face
And the A is for the actions that these bitch niggas take
And the T is for the tommy gun that's bout to blast
And the E is for eternal cause I ever last

Z-Ro
I be feeling like Pac, because I wonder if they still down
Facing homicide from haters but my homies didn't even spill
rounds
F**k y'all, I hate you motherf**kers to death
Remember times when I stopped niggas from clutching your chest
I live in bulletproof vests, but it seems
The only time I got family is when a nigga dream
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So f**k sleep, I'm on a 24 hour grind
Look at your darling son now mama I'm out of my mind
I don't know how to be happy and I
can't smile, and f**k a bitch
Cause she be plotting on how to get you when y'all walking down
the isle
The same motherf**kers that you care for, look how they do you
They don't love you pick up your pistol, and therefor
Represent yourself with the plastic, cause me myself
want to put all of you motherf**kers in caskets
F**k love, unless it's coming from the heaven up above
My hatred being written in blood, hate

Chorus - 2x

Z-Ro
There ain't no telling if a nigga make it, I might be stuck in
the slums
A walking target steady ducking the gun
But even me and you can keep your wife, there'll be no hostages
Just give me what I'm looking for and keep your life
I'm military minded you can ask Klondike Kat
Even if they bomb first, Z-Ro is bout to bomb right back
I give a f**k about your life now, slugs hitting your windpipe
now
Guess you could say I'm living shife now
All about my fetty till I bubble like some champagne
Z-Ro the Crooked, the most valuable player up in this rap game
So back back, back back, be sure to give me more than fifty
Automatic rounds down to pass that
Murder my foes then I murder my friends
Because they turned on a nigga when I ain't have no ends, hate
Murder my foes then I murder my friends
Because they turned on a nigga when a nigga wasn't chopping a
benz, hate

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