Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Many Niggas, artist - Z-Ro. Album song 4/20: The Smokers Anthem, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.06.2006
Record label: KMJ
Song language: English
Too Many Niggas |
Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game |
Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good |
Now they all want to jock my fame |
But when I’m coming down in my? |
born? |
And I’m rolling one deep that should tell you about me |
I don’t give a damn about none of you hoes |
I blast on sight cause I ain’t tripping no more |
Nigga I’m tired, this drama got me booted and fried |
At least I got records in the store bitch nigga you getting dried |
Steady running around rapping and capping and talking shit |
I got gorillas every where be careful who you walking with |
Southside, south-sid for live, wouldn’t want to be you |
Be running up on you closed casket nobody gonna see you |
Bitch it’s over, barely with Barber right behind me in the rover |
My partner from Mercy told you we gone get you if we owe you |
Military minded I’m a S.U.C. |
soldier |
Don’t want it if it’s hard cause the south lets you see over |
I’m trying to keep my head on, but it’s rolling off my shoulders |
When I lost my people god damn, my heart was pumping colder |
Shedding crocodile tears, man folks feeling this pain |
And left a stain in my brain so I’m cracking like a window pain |
On the edge having a conversation with my infrared |
All these fuck niggas can get it two to the head and get dead |
It’s the return of Z-Ro the Crooked busting heads strictly for cash |
Taking out contracts on haters with a beam and a mask |
You can run you can hide but it ain’t no escaping |
I’m a trend setter with a beretta for real it ain’t no faking |
I done showed up, then I poured up, then I blowed up like heats |
Diamond slugs up on my teeth, I done been violent fuck the peace |
I got a slug for these haters that’s approaching me wrong |
Let them mash off in first class there ain’t no coaching my song |
Hydro-V to the dome, with it on back to the chrome |
I’m kind of quick to click so get gone or catch one to the dome |
Mo-City Texas that’s my home, but I can rome all over |
So it’s ghetto love these cats gone get me full up on sober |
Real recognize real, and the fake gone fade away |
Use to selling drugs to get that pay, but god done mad a way |
For me to stack my ends, my paper, my moola, my fetty |
And took this by surprise I knew you hoes wasn’t ready |
Remember back in 94' they use to laugh at me team |
Now it’s year 2k2 women be after me team |
But fuck a female, it’s all about my retail |
On tapes and c.d.'s they was capping I stay making daily breakers |
C.d., and they chose to make tapes, up on the stage |
It use to be all about hooping now I’m all about getting paid |
Getting leid I can miss it, I’d rather have my digits |
Trying to get up on me a stack, taller than the tallest midget |
I’m on bitches than a red nose pit, with his mouth on it |
I be platinum 'fore it’s over bitch I put the south on it |
You can put your mouth on it, if you ain’t than zip it up |
Get off my dick bitch right quick because I’m about to rip it up |
And for no reason at all, it’s fuck y’all |
Fuck around and get to busting so you best to best duck dog |
I’ve been going through a whole thang, everyday |
So I don’t give a damn if you get chose man I got this k, and I don’t play |