makin' it through Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you To my n**** Pharoahe, stay up homie To my n**** Z Ro, stay up homie If you're
ain't never goin understand We been parking lot pimpin since 98', knahtalkinbout? I call it Texas talk That Big Moe That Trae, that Z-Ro That Charlie [
Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (2x) Let it rain J-Ro do your thing Verse 3: [J-Ro] Fuck that East-West mess I'm gettin' rest last We make
break Go to county 20 times still can't go straight Don't nothin in the motherfuckin' world come free I'll never see a nine to five 'cause it just ain
life Whether on my knees prayin, blowin on the dice Bet King T'll throw it to you precise I need +CASH+, gotta live it like it's no limit Like it's in
Killa Kyleon] Run it, hey Lookin at the game, it's like I need some more spitters When they sayin lyricist they only sayin four niggaz (run it) Tired
coast It's like that It's like this uh, it's like that It's like this uh, it's like that Well it's like this uh, it's like that Like that, word up, Alkaholiks
drunk motherfuckers goin' 'round the outside (So dosey do your partner!) Can you feel it? Yeah If you didn't have it would you steal it? Hell, yeah Well, it
fa The real Kings, Lil' Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha Clover G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels But we both in the Screwed Up Click, let's go [Lil' Flip] Look
d be dumb to let her run thangs I should've passed, but I was gassed, super-unleaded And her nappy-headed ass gon' regret it, remember I said it Cause
(feat. Lil' Flip, Z-Ro) [Pimp C] Hold up (Hold Up), we jammin [Chorus] I can't let nobody hold me down-these ho's could never hold me (never hold me
t the only one 'cause Annie I miss you too [Chorus] [Z-Ro:] A house is not a house if ain't nobody livin in it Tell me why black life isn't life unless
[Intro:] It's a Biggy Beat. [Hook: Z-Ro] It's that pretty brown round, Driving Me Wild Ooh bitch your pussy's 'about to get a little greezier And the
t blessin it, If you get mad like I get mad, then you be agged like everyday, but all u gotta do is learn to let go and let god handle it, ain't nothin
it to the left, whip it to the right Move it all around till they cook it air tight Let it dry, pop it out the jar, straight to the scale Wrap it up in
Mr.Marsello And they be with me when they in texas don't par take it as a spy Harlum nights in stores where they drop it like it's hot So if your tryin
[Z-Ro:] Who is my friend who is my foe, I just can't tell no mo' Cause seem like everywhere I go, somebody got a problem with Ro It might be somebody
with it So I hold down the hammer, and I let myself go Since my fingerprints ain't on the bullets, they'll never know it was Z-Ro That's right I sneak