Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Games , by - Z-Ro. Song from the album Power, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: World Tech
Song language: English
No Games |
| I’m from Missouri City Texas, Ridgemont to be exact |
| Where you haters come, to get your wig stomped |
| And 9−1-1 is just a number, cause the laws ain’t coming |
| We all got glock 40's, and let em thump |
| So before, I sell my soul |
| A nigga like me’ll do my whole sentence, with no parole |
| Damn it I’m tired of falling short, everytime I set a goal |
| But if we get pulled over I’m gon claim what’s mine |
| ain’t gon try to act like I don’t know who it’s fo' |
| Y’all niggaz be telling lies, straight up snitching |
| Probably piss sitting down cause y’all women, with your make-up on switching |
| Me I stand up on ten toes, won’t fall for nothing |
| Fuck a percentage I need the total, it’s all or nothing |
| I never ran from anybody, a coward I can’t be that |
| Or get beat the fuck up by one of these hoe ass niggaz, I just can’t see that |
| I’m the King of the Ghetto mayn, they call me Z-Ro |
| Yeah it’s cool to take a picture, but don’t fuck with me hoe cause uh Z-Ro, don’t play no games-games |
| Hell naw, I don’t play no games-games |
| Stash spot for my burner, in my car do’mayn-mayn |
| Yeah I’m rapping, but I’m still trapping stacking that dope mayn-mayn |
| If you hang with haters, you might pick up some of they produty |
| Since I love me how I am, one deep is how I gotta be If ends don’t make his best friend, the victim of a robbery |
| So I don’t expect none of my people, to ride or die for me I handle my own beef, I don’t need back-up |
| Cause if they talking bout jumping me, I’m raising my gat up See all I have in this world, is my balls and my pride |
| Fuck talking about you behind your back, I’m trying to see your eyes |
| Then I say something, unlike these mark ass niggaz because they stay bumping |
| Telling motherfuckers they whip, but can’t afford to lay away something |
| And every bad bitch come around, they swear they had em But when they close enough to touch, niggaz won’t reach out and grab em I ain’t never, had to lie on my poll |
| Cause everytime it get swoll, I select something to fold and leave it swoll |
| Hope she don’t try to go through my pockets, when I’m asleep though |
| Yeah it’s cool to bump and grind, but don’t fuck with me hoe cause uh I talk like and walk like, a gangsta my nigga |
| One in the chamber, in case I meet up with danger my nigga |
| You fail to plan, then you plan to fail |
| I plan on receiving residuals, from all my record sales |
| I stand on stages alone, just me and the microphone |
| Do one of your favorite songs, take some pictures then I’m gone |
| Instead of going to a mansion, I’m headed back to the block |
| It’s time to get the trap cracking, I move marijuana and crack rock |
| Not saying that you’re bad, for saying I’m chasing cash |
| Cause depending on rap money, I’d be broke and on my ass |
| Whatever I gotta do, to stay up on my feet |
| It’s a guarantee I’ma do it, until I see me deceased |
| Now if you do some hoe shit in front of me, I’ma let you know |
| And if it hurts you to hear it, don’t come around a real nigga no mo' |
| Take your feelings out your pockets, cause it means nothing to Z-Ro |
| Yeah y’all can make motherfucker feel guilty, but not me though |