[Verse 1: Z-Ro]

When will it ever stop all this hatin and droppin salt

all I'm tryna do is live lavish with millions in my vault

now from selling crack on the corner I'm tryna do it legal

but I guess it ain't no pleasin my people cause everything I do

feel like somebody tellin me I want suceed

but I'm a millionaire and I owe it all to the hatred I recieved

motherfuckers that use to be down, ain't down no mo'

my true partners just can't be found no mo'

there fore my motto is 'Fuck Friends'-my only dogg is Benjamin Franklin

tryna take him away from me you gon' wind up stankin'

I gotta family to feed so currencies what I need

but the people I break bread with would rather see me bleed

tryna take all of my fortune but my fame is forever

and S.U.C I'm a claim it forever and I'm still down with the yella

so fuck all of these bitches and bitch ass fella's

and fuck a 4, it's a PT, glock 50, foes is jealous nigga


[Chorus: Z-Ro]

2 many niggas tryna take me off of my game (take me off of my game)

a nigga from the hood didn't live so good

now they all wanna jock my fame (all wanna jock my fame)

when I'm comin down in my foreign 

and I'm rollin one-deep that should tell ya about me (S.U.C.)

I don't give a damn about none of you hoes

I blast on site cause I ain't trippin no more


[Verse 2: Z-Ro]

As soon as them eyes close it's over and that's that

'cause when they murdered my partner he didn't get to blast back

is that the price to pay just to have nice things?

and it's my life in danger because I have ice mayne

it's ashame can't even sport our jewerly like we wanna

cause everytime we shine them jackers tryna creep up on us

catchin pistol case, after pistol case, ridin dirty

Mr. Officer I'm not a killer just wanna see thirty

cause boys be against me when I roll alone

I get full of demon repplings when I'm holdin on

I'm tryna make it, with this gangsta shit I ain't gon' fake it

anything a nigga earned, I'll be damned if a nigga take it

now days the ghetto version of Spundalay

a nigga will run up in ya residents with the undelay, cold hearted

just to get they fetti, bustin brains for a living

disrespecting God's children bitch you made for a prison


[Chorus]


[Verse 3: Z-Ro]

Too many motherfuckers so I'm a hate everybody I can hate

and I don't give a fuck about nothin'

fuck-a-nigga, fuck-a-bitch let me get that straight

ain't no love I'm not ya blood or ya cuz nigga, bitch I'm a loner

I'm a asshole by nature you can get with that, or leave it at this bitch

the only company I need is weed

and since I'm nervous by nature I'm a make you bleed indeed

I trust nothing-if I get a funny feeling I'm gon' be bustin'

plus if my blood rushing it'll be more then a concussion

from my hitch I see these red dots gonna cover you're brain

nigga I got problems I can't cope-with murder scene to keep me sane

one love, to my nigga Moe, and one love to my nigga Redd

and one love, to my mothafuckin bread I'm a get that!


[Chorus till end]