Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In My Prime, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 04.06.2001
Song language: English
In My Prime |
| In my prime, and its bout my time to shine |
| Had enough of struggling, now I’m destined for dolla signs |
| In my prime, know you hate on all my rhymes |
| Trying to be a living legend, in my lifetime |
| In my prime, I’m professing my reason for rhyme |
| From the slum trying to shine, stacking nickels and dimes |
| And pursueded the bigger picture, with the states and lace |
| Jesse James of the rap game, nothing but yellow tape |
| Homicide when I ride, watch me glide like glide |
| Killer we still fried and died, and laid to the side |
| When from cracks to dats man, that’s why the ride sprayed |
| Chunking hundreds off the stage, cause my bills is paid |
| Pimping the pen up in a ga-gangsta, a-stacking change |
| Respect the So-a-Southside, ru-a-running thangs |
| Ain’t no beefing with the No-a-North, ain’t no pl-a-plex |
| Just collided and provided you, with music for your deck |
| '78 Impala Cheve, sitting on top of Yokohama |
| Moving like I’m the Daytona, transporting marijuana |
| I sing to a song-a, paid for it you a loner |
| I ball if I wanna, while turning heads on every corner |
| In my prime, to see the hustling nickels and dimes |
| Got a smile on my face, but everything ain’t fine |
| Stay on my grind, I had to keep a cool mind frame |
| Day dreaming and fantasizing, FED’s calling my name |
| Am I insane, just think that I would wanna be rich |
| Though I’m living in a dream, and still loving this shit |
| The shoes fit, the game bout to get bent for chedda |
| Pull up on a box of chedda, with this black baretta |
| Trend setter, while FED’s be all up in your name |
| Got a slug to fit your brain, for this kilo of caine |
| What’s my name, Trey D’s the nigga that’s tatted and all |
| I live to do you harm, with this mic in my palm |
| Am I the one, to shoot off in they face like cum |
| Three times bright as the sun, and your girl time to bond |
| So forward run, but the K is gonna track you down |
| For these heros trying Z-Ro, bout to mash and climb |
| In my prime, cause everyday I shine like the sun |
| Rap game phenomenon, lyrically I drop bombs |
| Remember me like Vietnam, with a pistol in my palm |
| Bout to move my killa swarm, you should of remained calm |
| We some wig splitters, dumping bullets up in your liver |
| You shake and you shiver, nothing but casualties I deliver |
| Ain’t no time for plex, me and that Young collect checks |
| Fellas be bumping and better respect, and running a check all Mo City bets |
| Z-Ro the po', coming through the do', with a loaded four-four |
| From the 44 to Ridgemont 4, taking trips to Akapoko |
| See my ends they done met with blood, tears and sweat |
| 26 letters the alphabet, all rap I make bets |
| Pimping a pen and straight collecting my feddy, its so lovely |
| My bath water stay bubbly, when I had some of ugly |
| You can’t touch me, I think I got it under control |
| I’m feeling my riches ain’t too big, its just my pockets on swoll |