Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Fall Down, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 04.06.2001
Song language: English
All Fall Down |
| It’s like tears doesn’t matter to you, it’s like you laughed at my pain |
| Put me in a position to pick up a pistol, and I’ll blast in the game |
| I’m going crazy, being murdered by the hands of cancer |
| Auntie asked if I wanted to die, but couldn’t understand my answer |
| See it’s fucked up when you loving, they don’t love you in return |
| Fuck around and wait till you get on your feet, and slug you till it burn |
| Niggas is flies yeah they over rise, but I hide in the dark |
| Cause where the fuck was these niggas at, when I resided in parks |
| Bitch I slept on the bench, ten feet away from the bullet proof fence |
| But at least, I ain’t have to pay no rent |
| I'm thinking of espree, damn near positive that you regret me But I pray to God, you'll never forget me, remember me I represented for the both of us, how could you love me And not trust me, somewhere hated now |
| there's no more us plus |
| Sammy Lee it was a tragedy, your boo was found dead |
| Here’s my shoulder for you my nigga, rest your head |
| This is where they all fall down |
| Putting burners to they brain, till it bang |
| There’s no way for the real, to maintain |
| This is where they all fall down |
| Pay your dues, cause you owe |
| When it’s your time, God’ll give you the go I sit back and put my thoughts, on paper and rhymes |
| Tripping on the situations, that I’m facing in life |
| All this shifeness around me, but I still prevail |
| Get caught some shit we done together, and I’m making your bail |
| Cut your tail, while you fall down homie |
| Plus I’m in the kitchen cooking, so your family won’t come hold me Fuck that phony shit, that these fake niggas on I get that pony bitch, then I get that hustle on Staying strong like ammonia, as I bleed the block |
| Leaving that bitch swollen up, like I beat the cops |
| Going rock for rock, breaking down every zone |
| 95 hundred woofing, where these niggas be strong |
| Staying alone to my own, with my baby and wife |
| Plus I’m keeping the bread a nine, cause I’m guarding my life |
| Ain’t no slipping in my game, doing a dance to make it rain |
| Put a pistol to your head, and ease your pain |
| I feel like I invented pain, might go any minute mayn, starting a bit of robbery |
| Homicide and lean on they destiny, in an attempt to get the pain |
| Constant strain, here we go again another day in the life |
| If I’m blessed, can I just get one successful day in my life |
| My life is the prime example, of a good nigga gon wrong |
| And I trust no one plus I’m not friendly, so leave me alone |
| See I don’t need a click of yes men, when I walk the block |
| My retaliation is only, when I chalk the block |
| I stay in a sweet leaf, each time I meditate on how to live |
| Nothing but negative everywhere I turn, ain’t no more positive |
| Nothing but drama, cause drama makes the world go round |
| But pretty soon, it’ll make the world go down |
| Just get a weapon of situation, if you starving then you hungry right now |
| I can’t wait a whole pay period, I need money right now |
| So when I bleed the block I’m not gon bleed a lot, just enough to keep |
| The bills paid, and enough to keep some fiddles in a pot |