Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song World Wide, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 09.10.2000
Song language: English
World Wide |
| Is it reality or just a fable |
| The most powerful lyricists in the world was on a low budget label |
| Even if I don’t clear a million I just want to be living well |
| Not saying that heaven is promised to me but I don’t want to believe in hell |
| Feeling on coming also cause problems worry me |
| If it ain’t the stress somebody’s always trying to bury me |
| So thinking I’m undercovers and the dope they try to deal me |
| Jealousy and envy make my niggas want to kill me |
| Everybody want to pick up a gun and bust thinking artillery fin to be |
| Drilling me nigga |
| But I' sick of this pistol play bumping ain’t no more killng me nigga |
| Cause I’m a soldier, trying to keep his mind at ease |
| And if I squeeze then we all bleed |
| Feel a nigga worldwide, not just in Texas |
| I think I’m bout to lose my mind, aggravated and restless |
| I don’t want to die |
| Look at how they made me, judicial systems raised me |
| The drama that they give me never ceases to amaze me |
| They tell me that my mind’s gone, coming up is what my mind’s on |
| I guess there’s nothing left to do but get my grind on |
| Thinking about my family but knowing they neglect me |
| I’m not gonna give up, I’m gonna make my family respect me |
| I’m talking to my father now, daddy I’m a grown up |
| Depending on you is falsified because you haven’t shown up |
| Caught up in these streets I’m taking penitentiary chances |
| I done forgived and I done forget plus I’m not giving you anymore chances |
| Quick to run out of the house for nothing now your son is feeling anger |
| Remember the times you couldn’t come around because your life has been in danger |
| I’m a leader to follow is not my destiny |
| But I guess it was written for me to fall victim to jealousy |
| It’s killing me to stay alive, but there ain’t no use in me crying |
| No matter what I guess it’s what is right, on southside |
| Whoever would of thought that I would be this fam-ous |
| Put in work until it hurt but keep pretending it’s pain it’s |
| Affiliated with killers when we fight us to the death |
| Picture your partner cocked and aim and headed straight for your chest |
| It’s hard to focus cause my homies keep on killing eachother |
| Everybody stressing cause ain’t nobody feeling eachother |
| I often conversate with god but who’s to say if he’s listening |
| Even though I died as a sinner but resurrected as a christian |
| At 11 years old I was told that most friends turn to foes |
| From velicos to calicoes it helps when our battle folds |
| If it ain’t true, if it ain’t crew, it’s a mexican deed |
| I’ma catch an attitude instntly bitch you plexing with me |
| And ain’t no begging for mercy because you shot my nigga |
| And I swear to god everywhere you go it’s gone be hot my nigga |
| And maybe god can forgive you but see the streets seeing different |
| They want you dead you might not make it to prison, bitch |
| (Z-Ro talking) |
| Ha ha, new millenium music, shouts out |
| Dirty D, Anonymous, Heavy Rotation |
| My nigga Pop Belly I love you boy |