| The root of all evil, is every man’s downfall
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| Caught up in that street life, know I’m tal’n bout
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| I remember that G shit, had a nigga doing crazy ass shit
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| Can’t forget that, I remember that shit like it was yesterday for real
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| Remember me, like I was FED time
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| The only thing that I knew, to live my life was doing crime
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| Even as a young nigga, all I ever wanted was to shine
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| The root of evil, kept gorillas living like we was blind
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| For the cash for the shine for the do', we was busting shots
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| And doing 85 in the hood, running from the cops
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| With Lil Shae and B.J., trying to bring the click to the top
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| And deep inside, I knew the streets would never let us out
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| I don’t want no plex, but if you did then I would blast for mine
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| I don’t want no cell, but if I get caught up I’m gon do my time
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| A real nigga forever for the good for the bad, never happy forever sad
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| Pee-Wee doing twenty agg’d, so I’m on my pen and my pad
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| Now look at everything that I’ve done, trying to live lavish
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| I’m sick of living life broke on the edge, and trying to manage
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| You got my brother in the Penn, for three with a L You happy thinking it was love, but a nigga could never tell for the money
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| How could you, do this to me This is the situation, and everything is looking so crazy
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| And I can’t even take it, baby mama blame can’t handle my baby
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| Tripping acting shady, when she the one that fucked up the family
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| But since the fact I’m a playa, Dougie slide right through the plexing
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| You know what it is, put this on everything I feel
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| Everything that I love, and everything that I live
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| Making my feddy want my money, and watching on whammies
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| Can’t be tripping with the bullshit, because the bullshit is petty
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| I’m rocking this steady, and I deal what I do working jelly
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| Always on my P’s and Q’s, watching out for the federalies
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| Mash for my funds, Dougie D gotta try to get done
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| If it’s hell or the highway fuck it, I’m cooking then bud
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| Constantly on my grind, busting my ass to feed my kid
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| Since them things, that I g ive my baby mama ain’t like a bitch
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| It’s enough I’m dealing with the laws, and it’s enough I’m dealing with the
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| niggaz
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| Please don’t create a mad man, fuck around and have all y’all singing
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| I use to wonder how and why, my life was bad
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| Wanted to be anything, except like my dad
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| My apple fell far from the tree, straight out of the yard
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| Raising myself among strangers, living on boulevards
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| Gang related, nah just for fortune or fame
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| Because they know me by the Z-Ro, plus they know me by my first name
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| Picture me rolling, in my Dodge in traffic
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| I got no love for these niggaz, so keep your groupie ass stepping
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| I can determine the real and the fake, don’t make me ball up a pause
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| And punch a motherfucker’s grill off his face
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| Case after case but it ain’t slowing me down
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| See y’all ain’t know me at first, I bet y’all knowing me now
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| So when my trigga fly a nigga die, I ain’t playing no games
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| And fuck this North and South shit, cause I ain’t stating no claim
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| I ain’t bring it with me, and I can’t take it when I go To the world, listen at what you did to me when I flow |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How Could You Do This to Me, artist - Z-Ro. Album song I Found Me Volume 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп