Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Final Curtain Call, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 14.04.1998
Song language: English
Final Curtain Call |
| I could feel it, ain’t no more thinking bout |
| The sun gone shine |
| Dj Screw, Fat Mafio, and Gator are gone |
| I want to be strong but lately the pain won’t leave me alone |
| For myself, crawl down and get away from this drama |
| No understanding by my father can’t even talk to my mama |
| Got the world on my shoulders and it’s too heavy to hold |
| Thinking suicide, but that won’t be too good for my soul |
| Started out as a christian but sinning took over my mind |
| Time after time just for show that I resort to the crime |
| Where my real niggas at, the ones I helped in the past |
| Now that I’m doing bad and I ain’t got no cash to make me laugh |
| I done got you where I want but holler if I roll |
| They want to know how many big faces a Mo City don fold |
| Want to jack me when I’m through and do my niggas for life |
| It’s deja vue for me to be face to face with triggers tonight |
| I know your bad movs are swift really soon I’ll be gone |
| Now try to cover up together just want some love before I’m gone |
| Still thinking of best free, no better person on the planet |
| Steady be driving away people I love and I can’t understand it |
| God damn it how can I love without loving myself |
| Having visions of me pulling the trigger slugging myself |
| I done went from rags to riches, riches to rags now I’m stuck |
| Plus my boo is acting nautios because I’m bout to truck |
| And I ain’t did nothing, when I grab something and start dumping |
| Ain’t got no time for pussy just pimping a pen and bumping |
| On the hottest block, making sure the bills stay paid |
| Pick it up and drop it now flossing until I’m down in the grave |
| When it happen let it happen cause I won’t bust back |
| Retaliation from busters trying to get they nuts back |
| I take it like a man, knowing I gave this life my all |
| No more hooks, no more verses this is my final curtain call |
| (Chorus: Bettye Sterling) |
| After the rain, after the rain |
| I still feel the pain, feel the pain |
| My final curtain call, asking y’all |
| Let me pray for my dogs, all of y’all |
| Living a thug life in blood it’s like hell at home |
| So many cops around my hood it’s like jail at home |
| But still I roam, on the block, with a pocket full of sweets |
| So much sales, so much smoke I got to get lifted out my feet |
| Cause if I wasn’t some of y’all niggas would be dead round here |
| And pull par, we give you hot lead round here |
| And niggas scared round here, cause I’m a natural born killer |
| Ridgemont gorilla give you more chills than thrillers |
| I’m bone hard, you better open up your chest at will |
| The only investment that I receive was a talented deal |
| This life is real, and it ain’t having no mercy man |
| So you still struggle seem like a nigga be thirsty for pain |
| I’m going insane, but to maintain it’s really the key |
| But it’s hard to do that when these hoe niggas is pressuring me |
| It ain’t no lecture in me, I’m gone remain a g |
| This for weed, come to port that’s for P-U-P cause I’m a |