Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's A Shame , by - Z-Ro. Release date: 28.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's A Shame |
| Cause it’s a motherfucking shame, all these short |
| Comings in the game, hoe ass niggas, hoe ass bitches |
| Know I’m saying |
| I’m still King of the Ghetto, ain’t a damn thang changed |
| Still sip out the prescription bottle, with hydro on my brain |
| It help a nigga make it through the drama, swear to God |
| I be feeling like busting heads, and relocate to the Bahamas |
| But I don’t wanna be a runaway, I love my block |
| But I can’t seem to put my gun away, friends be killing friends |
| So I don’t make no ends, with nobody I know |
| Cause if nobody gets nervous, then nobody’s gotta go That’s the G-Code, and I will busting simply, then I will reload |
| Sick of all of this gun bumping, from you people |
| Turning a Christian into someone who is evil, Z-Ro |
| Motherfuckers all up in my business, broadcasting my life |
| Presidential Records suing Z-Ro, and his pockets ain’t right |
| Why they wanna spread rumors, bout Ro Dog |
| Turn me to a menace to society like O-Dog |
| It’s a shaa-aa-ame, the way they fuck around with my mind |
| It’s a shaa-aa-ame, the way they try to hurt me It’s a shaa-aa-ame, the way they got me walking round with my nine |
| Raised on game, a soldier that’s showing no mercy |
| When I wake up, I be wishing to find another way to make a living |
| Baking a cake, back in the kitchen got my palms itching |
| Scratch that with a fat stack, of Benjamin Franklin, y’all better |
| Back back trying to get my stack, I got a black mack in a black backpack |
| I know you jealous niggas, hate me cause I shine |
| They know I be rolling one deep, trying to follow behind |
| I gotta handle my business, by myself cause I’m alone |
| Really nothing to live fo', no more wife no more kids at home |
| Ain’t that a shame, I’m losing everything I love |
| When they fuck up its okay, but when it’s me they hold a grudge |
| You think I ain’t know, you was fucking over Z-Ro |
| With Lil’Shannon around the time, your vehicle was repoed |
| My love for you was that of a mother, one I never had |
| I know we could never be again, I’m forever sad |
| But a hustler, gotta keep hustling |
| Until then, I-10 drug smuggling |
| Sometimes I be wondering, if I’m ever gon make it Ducking and dodging poverty, am I ever gon shake it Every nigga I deal with, keeps saying they down |
| Why my money be funny, everytime it be coming round |
| I told him tell em 25 hundred, he told em three thousand |
| Making me miss out on money, Sam gon witness me clowning |
| When you give a nigga a inch, they try to take the whole ruler |
| After my inches, nothing but the forty-four ruger |
| Who am I, Z-Ro the Crooked I’m not a hoe |
| But instead of busting your head, I’ma go on and let you go |
| I’ma receive my blessing, better believe my weapon |
| Is a first, from the basic instructions before leaving earth |
| The bible, and if we follow it properly its survival |
| We gotta listen sometimes, even though we wanna all shine |
| And glisten sometimes, remember we on a heavenly mission sometimes |
| (*talking*) |
| One love to my motherfucking soldier niggas |
| J-Pimp, my nigga Rice aka sliding up under something |
| When they get outta line |