Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Let It Go, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Heroin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.01.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Never Let It Go |
Say Mike D, Dig these blues… |
Here I go again, runnin off at the mouth about buster’s |
Muthafucka’s just mad at me ckuz they diamonds ain’t up in cluster’s! |
Too many times I done paid my dues |
Even today I’m still payin em fool! |
(Could it be da reason I’m so cold in da rap game is muthafuckin pain!) |
I’m screamin, JESUS, I NEED AH, BETTA WAY OF LIFE! |
Cause at da rate I travel now, I can’t decide ah day from night! |
Still da King of The Ghetto, da ghetto is where I lay my head at, evade feds at, |
and break bread at! |
These Sommabitches got ah nigga fucked up, my attitude is already rude! |
And too many people make me parnoid, so I’ll wet ah bitch and I’ll wet ah dude! |
Straight like that I don’t give ah damn I’m Gangstafied, from toe to head nough |
said! |
Flippin in ah gangsta ride, and when it get gangsta, ah gangsta will bust heads! |
It’s in my blood! |
I’m a muthafuckin thug, even though I know better! |
My only love is fo my guerillas and fo da cheddar! |
So all you mark ass nigga’s get da fuck up outta dogde! |
Get ya life right with God, then if you want war let’s go to war! |
It be a bunch of drama on my block, my partner accidently shot his mama on my |
block! |
Tryin to survive in the Land of The Lost, hope’n I can at least find me! |
Ckuz back in highschool ain’t now one of my teachers reached me! |
I wasn’t cuttin up in class, I had money on my mind, visualizing a muthafuckin |
come up, ready to get up and grind! |
Chasing paper like a muthafucker, me and buddy Ro! |
Movin ounce after ounce |
after ounce of dat yayo! |
Making money what I love to do, but my freedom is pending, and if I get caught |
slippin my freedom is ending, nigga I’m playin it safe |
100's n 50's n 20's n 10's n 5's, some 1's up in my safe! |
357 and a 4−0 and a |
4−4 up in my waist ah maniac, |
Trigga happy and don’t give ah fuck what I be aimin at! |
Rigdemont? |
forever I’m claimin that! |
Rigdemont? |
forever I’m claimin that! |
My niggas be killin each other behind these busted bitches! |
I would rather be spendin my time in a drop top, somethin out on switches! |
With a sack of that shit, so I can calm my nerves down! |
dealin with bitch nigga, |
after bitch nigga I’m ready to release rounds |
Out of the mini 1−4 I’m a shoot til it’s over with, ain’t nobody gon stud up! |
anotha one bites the dust, I’m throwin that pud up, nigga what? |
I’m ready to kill and I’m ready to die fo cause of my life, |
The reason why I’m anti-social and built a way around my life! |
Ain’t nobody but me, Z-Ro The Crooked in the flesh! |
Mo City TEXAS ain’t no |
fashion show, niggas come here and meet death! |
It’ll be a battleground with nothin but dead enemies of myself, |
Ckuz when I be clickin I be feelin a strange energy within myself! |
I never be giving ah damn about it ckuz it be feelin so live, |
So when I be doin that there, don’t fuck with me and take me outta my vibe, |
nigga! |
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 never gonna let the game go… fasho! |