Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Same One, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 28.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Same One |
| Woke up with fifty some odd niggas, bumping they gums |
| God I tried to be calm, but everywhere I go it’s like Vietnam |
| I tried to be Joseph McVey, but hey |
| Niggas be bringing the killer, back out of me everyday |
| The same niggas, I broke with and got fed with me |
| Stood behind the trigger, when the infrared lead hit me |
| In my conclusion, ain’t no such thing as a friend all I know |
| Homicides are homies plotting, trying to sniff off my ends |
| Like they a bloodhound, or a cuz-hound |
| Fuck you dollas, they’ll lay they blood or they cous' down |
| It’ll be the same nigga you be rolling with, and fucking with hoes |
| That’ll tell your woman you unfaithful, cause you fucking with hoes |
| Same nigga sit down to piss, unable to stand up straight |
| They the reason real niggas, doing time up-state |
| Talking to two 2−2 clips, cause they hustle is dead |
| The block is too hot for em, so they snitching to get they bread |
| It be the same one, claiming that he’s down for life |
| That’ll come, and lay you down tonight |
| Same nigga I retaliated fo', with 45's and K’s |
| The one that got me, doing time today no lie |
| Same nigga out of FED, running low on his bread |
| Same nigga, trying to get between my lil' mama legs |
| It be the same one you figured, was closest to ya |
| That’ll talk abot you, like he never knew ya |
| Pamnick State Jail, I got eight months to do |
| And it’s a trip, I see niggas banging for sodas and soups |
| In front of my eyes, I witnessed niggas get mad and bitch |
| If don’t nobody feed em, y’all niggas oughtta walk with a switch |
| I deliver blows to the nose, of my feminine foes |
| I promise I bet not see you fellas, at none of my shows |
| Talking down in a penalty, that could send you to the doctor |
| Touch you up, and try to fit you in your property locker |
| Now dig these blues, I heard that I was paying for protection |
| Ol' coward ass nigga, 35 bunk |
| I got speakers bigger than you, in back of my trunk |
| So I kick’s it with 21 and 44, and 29 bunk |
| Whoop the suffer spread, and watch the time rewind |
| His fellas hate us, cause we stay in the commissary line nigga |
| It be the same one screaming, that he’s down for life |
| That’ll set up a robbery, and lay me down tonight |
| That’s why I travel with my bitch only |
| Cause when she opens her mouth, niggas can’t click on me |
| Peep out the conversation of a chrome cop killer, drop niggas and bitches |
| These snitches got me cool, if they without niggas and bitches |
| Ain’t a thang changed, friends ain’t friends no more |
| I’m on the clock for Lil' James, Rap-A-Lot Mafia hard core |
| If you hang around smokers, you most likely to be one |
| I’ma hang around some money, cause I’m trying to get me some |
| Fucking with bitch niggas, jeopardizes my life and freedom |
| So I fuck’s with Grey D, gon scoop him up and then here we come |
| We infamous and keep doing, can’t stop the shit what we done |
| Relaxing is an action, that could make your life a rerun |
| That’s the reason, I roll around Houston with two or three guns |
| Z-Ro and anybody killer, respect it when you see one |