Artist: Z-Ro Album: Cocaine (Disc 1) Song: Raw Typed by: Lil_mocity_girl281@yahoo.com Say Mike D dig these blues [Verse 1] Here I go again running off at the mouth again about busters Motherfuckers just mad at me cause they diamonds ain't up in clusters Too many times I done paid my dues Even Today I'm still paying them fool Could it be the reason I'm so cold up in the rap game This motherfucking thang I'm screaming JESUS I need a better way of life Cause at the rate I travel I can't decipher day from night Still the King of the Ghetto The ghetto is where I lay my head at, evade feds at, break bread at These somma of a bitches got a nigga fucked up My attitude is already rude And too many people make me paranoid so I wet a bitch and I wet a dude Staright like that I don't give a damn I'm Gangstafied From toe to head Nuff Said Flipping in a gangsta ride And when it get Gangsta a gangsta will bust heads Its in my blood I'm a motherfudcking thug even though I know better My only love is for my Guerillas and for the Cheddar So all you mark ass niggas Get the fuck up out of dodge Get your life right with GOD Then if you want warlets go to War [Verse 2] It be a bunch of drama on my block My partna accidently shot his mama on my block Tryin to survie in the land of the lost Hoping I can at least find me Cause back in high school ain't naan one of my teachers reach me I wasn't cutting up in class I had money on my mind Visualizing a motherfucking come-up Ready to get up and grind Chasing paper like a motherfucker Me and Buddy Ro Moving ounce after ounce of that yayo Making money what I love to do But my freedom is pending And if I get caught slipping my freedom is ending Nigga I'm playing it safe 100's and 50's and 10's and 5's and 1's up in my safe 357 and a foe-foe in my waist, a maniac Trigger happy and don'tr give a fuck what I be aiming at Ridgemont fa lea forever I'm claiming that Ridgemont fa lea forever I'm claiming that [Verse 3] My niggas be killing each other behind these busted bitches I would rather be spending my time in a drop top with something live on switches With a sack of that shit so I can calm my nerves down Dealing with bitch nigga after bitch nigga I'm ready to release rounds Out of the mini 1-4 I'm a shoot til it's over with, ain't nobody gon stud up Anotha one bites the dust, I'm throwin that pud up Nigga what I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die its the cause of my life The reason why I'm anti-social and built a wall around my life Ain't nobody but me, Z-Ro The Crooked in the flesh Mo City TEXAS ain't no fashion show, niggas come here and meet death It'll be a battleground with nothin but dead enemies of myself Cause when I be clicking I be feelin a strange energy within myself I never be giving a damn about it cause it be feelin so live So when I be doin that there, don't fuck with me try take me outta my vibe, nigga 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 never gonna let the game go... fa'sho