| You better tighten up on your back stroke
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| Trying to fuck around with Z-Ro in the game
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| It’s not all about running your mouth all the time
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| It’s all about stacking your change
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| Now I don’t know if you’ve been told
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| I make it hot your ass gone have to stay in doors
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| Cause I’m a gangsta, gangsta
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| Diamond in the back, sun roof top
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| Grill in the front steady making it drop, the bubble grey, all day
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| So when you see me swanging, knocking the belts off the bumper banging
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| It don’t stop, and it won’t stop
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| I’m your partner, I’m your nigga
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| Went from broke to bigger figgas
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| Not no buster, I’m a real g
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| Even keep us in this rugged penitentiary
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| You know me, Bridgemont 4
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| I represent whatever real I couldn’t be a hoe
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| What’s my name (Z-Ro), what’s my name (Z-Ro), Z-Ro
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| Here we go, fanatical radical rhyme flow
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| Started out with a passion for music loving how it go
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| I use to, talk about poverty, talk about crooked cops
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| Talk about grown men raping children it ain’t gone ever stop
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| I’m a spokesman for the ghetto nearest you
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| I’m a Picaso in the this rap game
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| Paint a picture giving you the clearest view
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| 24/7, 3−65 I’ma pump, put it to mama
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| I’m a hustler I done said you a camel with no humps
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| Look What You Did To Me was my first c. |
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| If it went three final on that I never had a worse c. |
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| Geurialla Maab riots, Z-Ro Vs. |
| The World, King Of The Ghetto
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| I done grabbed hold to the rap game and can’t let go
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| I’m a feed it to you through the speaker
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| Listen at the highs listen at the mids
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| Everybody loving this even let the old folks listen and the kids
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| Certified ghetto platinum, cause I’m a champion
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| But it’s for the money, catch it dead if you don’t have no fun
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| It’s been a long time I’ve been out on the grind trying to find my way
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| But I can’t escape none of the drama, haters jepordize my day
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| I tried to walk on the straight and narrow
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| And try to stay as sane as I can
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| But I’m just a man, doing all I can
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| Have mercy on me father, I’m guilty
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| But I’m trying harder to do right, do right
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| But will I see my children starving
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| I get gangster and I start to mobbing
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| It don’t stop, and it won’t stop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Yo Paper - Chopped , by - Z-Ro. Song from the album My Favorite Mixtape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп