Zero

Zero - King Of The Ghetto lyrics

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[Hook - 2x]

This is my wooooooorld

Z-Ro, king of the ghettoooooo


[Z-Ro]

Once upon a time, not long ago

There was a hustling motherfucker, with a cold ass flow

Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off

He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw

With a pistol on his right side, and one in his back

I-10 again and again, from running that crack

Girlfriend kept complaining, cause he never at home

So he told her deal with it bitch, or get the fuck on

It was money over bitches, on his mind

Plus all of his partnas, thought that he would never shine

The number be 15 and 5, up in the kitchen

He could do it straight up, or he could do it with a whipping

But then came a drought, and then he put his first album out

Decided to do it full time, cause record stores kept selling out

Still in the game, cocaine on top of the brain

From the studio to the streets, Z-Ro is everything


[Hook - 2x]


[Z-Ro]

King of the ghetto, I'm sitting on my throne

Got a red light, sitting on my chrome

Ridgemont Texas, representing

With a taper fade, sitting on my dome

I mash niggaz, and I trash niggaz

When it come down, to the cash nigga

Beat that ass, in a flash nigga

Pistol play, and I'ma blast nigga

Gangstafied, from Goderhead

All day long, I chase my bread

But on the low, I don't fuck with FED's

Cause a snitch nigga, get dressed in red

Shut up bitch, she look so lie

But they don't know, she'll take your life

Not giving a fuck, or get fucked up

And end up dead, with your dick in the sky

Go my way, we gon have fun

Instead of happiness, we have done

About our business, corrupting our kidneys

All that codeine, weed and drugs

I'm leaning over, but still a soldier

Pimp my pen, like I'm suppose to

Nothing but the finest, light green doja

Got it from C-Note, from the Clover

Animal thug, I thug for life

So I ain't going, to the club tonight

Block is bleeding, I'm here for the eating

And supervising, my funds tonight

I scuffle and hustle, on my grind

No matter the weather, no matter the time

Roll out the red carpet for Z-Ro, this world is mine


[Hook - 2x]


[Z-Ro]

Who that bumping, who that beefing

Hope you brought something, to put your chief in

Interrupting me, while I'm reefer chiefing

I'm a gangsta, not Erkle Steven

Cause I don't laugh, and I don't play

And no, is something that I don't say

I don't give a motherfuck, about your day

Hoe, get the fuck out of my way

I'm lean as fuck, and don't like nobody

My style of rap, is I'm like nobody

I let off fo' shots, and hit fo' bodies

OG with it, like Amas Rodney

Still in the game, as a MVP

Dealing with haters, that envy me

Fuck fabricated, and commercializing

I'ma bring my block, to MTV

Show love, and do all I can

For all my people, and all my fans

But motherfuckers, be hating me

For the life of me, I can't understand

Cause I'm cool as hell, till a hater get bold

Step out of line, fuck around get stoled

I must be, their motherfucking issue

Cause all these niggaz, getting drove

Up a lot, like a Volkswagon

I get a commission, for toe tagging

A slim killa, with a wide body

Polo top, and Polo sagging

I live my life, like I don't care

But every night, I be deep in prayer

Then I get off, my knees

And hustle, straight like that there


[Hook - 2x]
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