[talking]

Say Q, man feel this here, I don't know why

These motherfuckers be hating us the way they do

Every motherfucking day, all motherfucking day long

Nigga can't get no motherfucking rest, that's why

I drink and smoke so motherfucking much

You feel me, get off my dick



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Why you be hating me

Day and night, baby

Mad at me, cause I don't buy

The dreams that you selling lately



[Z-Ro]

I needed to get up off my rump, and stack something

I was tired of walking around, ready to plack something

Big heads, screwdrivers, spark plugs to break the glass

Hold my bases of selling dope, anything to get that cash

I was getting grown faster, than average niggas

Bills and mouths to feed, I needed cabbage nigga

Did a little rapping on the side, but I was full time grind

Till they ran up and 50 one eleven, and shut it down

When I got out, I wanted to get some work and do it over

Instead I picked up a pen, and got to jotting in a folder

Niggas was bobbing they head, bitches was bobbing they head

The first time in my life, I didn't worry bout no feds

But I wasn't out the woods yet, round shife too

Niggas be killing eachother over lime light fool

Ain't with it fuck a million, I just want what I earn

But they don't like it when I holler KMJ because it burn



[Chorus]



[Z-Ro]

If you wanna jam, you can grab a hold of my funk

But if you plan to take me off of my game, like I'm a chump

I won't punk about it, I'ma do my thang

Dumping on niggas from the turning lane

But it's burning man, cause that's how it go down

Niggas be trying to get you, when you live in H-Town

And you throwed, in the game

Wanna get you for your mouthpiece or your name

Have you giving up hits, having no change

Having more overdue bills, no strings

Not me, no more, it's a new day

I'm in a new ride, and it's looking too gray

Remember if you sew it, it'll read right back

So when you treat a nigga wrong, the heavens'll handle that



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[Z-Ro]

Got a name for myself now, selling them tapes

I still be traveling I-10, but I ain't selling no weight

No more, blue over gray four do', in and out the lanes

Steady keeping my melodies, running in and out your brain

But I need my money, cause ain't no working for free

If it ain't twenty-five hundred, no appearances from the Z

Man, got to get my feet man, got to be treated fair

Trying to put me on a back burner, I'm out of there

A veteran to the game, you can't do me like no hoe

When my crib got flooded, you didn't help me you let me float

Now you wanna exercise your contractual right

But if you fuck me the first time, there ain't gon be a twice

Recognize ain't no hate in my heart, cause I'm a guard

I don't hate nobody, just hate it when times get hard

In my new situation, I'm having rich-nigga troubles

Without the switch, I'd have in a ditch-nigga troubles



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