| Since I been out by myself, I keep that bitch Nina with me
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| If you my enemy, you don’t wanna be the last nigga that seen her with me
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| Z-Ro haters be making my attitude, rude
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| Fuck around and get stole on, if you fuck up my moves
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| Dude, finally I found myself, I had to stop
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| Blowing that kick em cause eventually I would of drowned myself
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| Already need a anger management class
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| See if a busta cross me, it don’t matter the situation I damage his ass
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| Soldier that’s what I be, so bitch
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| Why you trying to play me like a H-O-E
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| Turn me loose so I can make it to the T-O-P
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| It’s like I’m in a bucket full of C-R-A-B's, but I keep climbing
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| And I keep on rhyming, while they be bumping they gums
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| Looking at my diamonds whining and blinding, no dumping they guns
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| Cause they can’t see me, bitch I’m invisible to the hate
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| Thugged off in my kitchen, cutting chemicals in my cakes
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| Talking down on me from a safe place, now I’m in your face
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| What you gon do now
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| Barrettas and Rugas on my person, they would do ya if I burst em
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| What you gon do now
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| Mo City my block showing no pity for cops, if you trespass
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| You done fucked up now
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| No busting in the sky first one through your thigh, second ones a chest blast
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| I done lucked you out now
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| Niggas be cool in my face, but hate behind my back
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| Talk down on me in front of me, but not behind my gat
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| I bet you won’t do that, I bet you scared of that iron
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| Perpetrating like you a gorilla, selling drinks in line
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| You ain’t never seen the Pen nigga, the penitentiary
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| They talk rehabilitation, but look at what it did to me
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| I smoke mo' and sip mo', than ever before
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| Motherfuckers be on my nerves, so I lean on that dro
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| Trying to keep on dropping a bomb, on the bitch-made
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| Don’t be looking surprised, y’all made it this way
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| I got a Vendetta with lifts, that be trying to sink me
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| Sending police after me, and trying to link me
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| To aggravated robbery, and strong-arm jacking
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| Trying to throw me off my note, so I can’t do no stacking
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| Johnny Cochran over lawyer got me out on bail
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| Looking for niggas that was plotting on receiving my mail |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talkin’ Down on Me (feat. Ghetto), artist - Z-Ro. Album song Life The Making Of A Prophet, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп