out Still in the game, cocaine on top of the brain From the studio to the streets, Z-Ro is everything [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] King of the ghetto, I'm sitting
Translation: Z-Ro. King Of The Ghetto.
[Z-Ro] It's like tears doesn't matter to you, it's like you laughed at my pain Put me in a position to pick up a pistol, and I'll blast in the game I
(*talking*) Z-Ro the Crooked, 2K motherfucking 1 This for all my motherfucking block bleeders Fuck 9 to 5, know I'm saying I'm talking to the niggas
[Z-Ro] I thought I had a lot of partnas, but I've only got some Since I can't depend on my niggaz, I put my faith up in my shotgun Rolling around in
(*talking*) What, in this bitch fucking with Z-Ro Motherfucking Mo City Don bitch Yeah, I know y'all hate the way we stare at y'all face [Z-Ro] Rap
fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul Finally, I found me [Hook - 2x] Man fuck, finally I found me Man fuck you hoes, I found me [Z-Ro]
[Z-Ro] So much struggle and pain, I'm stuck in the game Can somebody, help me please I'm so sick of motherfuckers, steady capping up in my face Cause
your girl time to bond So forward run, but the K is gonna track you down For these heros trying Z-Ro, bout to mash and climb [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] In
(Z-Ro talking) Motherfucking Z-Ro, tired of this Motherfucking passenger side man When I'ma drive (Chorus - 2x) Living in the passenger side I want
maintain [Z-Ro] Now I done had pistols to my head befo' Woke up with a dead body, in a bed befo' Don't ask me why, only talk to Z-Ro I'm noid, never
(*talking*) 2000, Z-Ro, Z-Ro the motherfucking Don Y'all know me, talking about this shife ass life that we live Brothers killing brothers, sisters killing
[Z-Ro] No more letters to the President, this one is to Jehovah What was born into the world as a Christian, now becomes a soldier I'm pimping a pen
(*talking*) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up The ghetto motherfucking alarm clock Wake up nigga [Z-Ro] Lord forgive us for sinning, give us this day
yay and pass the weed, cause everybody love marijuana I'ma slap for you nigga, two hundred fifty on concrete Moved patiently and silently, you dialing nigga [Chorus] [Z-Ro
Z-Ro] Now snitch fellas get up under my skin That's why I don't mess with friends Unless it's my Mac-10 I'm the king of the ghetto, Z-Ro the crooked
