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1. _ Kag-Row
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2. _ Hero
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3. _ 4's G 3's
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4. _ I Found Me
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5. _ Swang On 4's
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6. _ Steady Ballin
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7. _ On the Edge
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8. _ Pain
Pain, my middle name
Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain
Pain, my middle name
Lord please have mercy on my
[Z-Ro]
I haven't smoked a sherm in 27 days
When I'm under pressure, I feel it's necessary to blaze
Looking at my life as if I wasn't here, why the fuck that picture be so clear
Since my nigga died, I done slowed down on drank
But I'm right back heavy on beer
Stained finger tips and lips, cause smoking come with murders
Fiending for heaven but I wonder, if I'm worthy
Please God forgive your servant, and your man child
But the fact that he got Jordans, and a nigga like me
Grow po' wings was bullshit, so I ran wild
Wasn't I good enough, to get some shit like that
It was only a grade, you know I didn't deserve to get hit like that
My life my life, falls under the wicked and shife
I gotta pay my rent, therefor my partnas might be targets tonight
Even though I'm grown fucked up childhood, keep fucking my dome
Fuck around and front, like I'm gon
Buy your work, and straight leave on your song
If a nigga take me out it's all good, cause I've been fiending to leave
My life is fucked up, and I'm tired of having to drink to a G
[Chorus]
Pain, my middle name
I must learn to live again, but existing in such a strain
Pain, my middle name
Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can't 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 trust friends they don't love us
They front like they your homies, but they bury motherfuckers
Dog I'm going through it daily, fiending for a killa to take me out
What am I living for, nothing but a record label huh break me out
I'm so sick and tired Lord knows, I'm sick and tired of this pain
But steady keeping the world, I'm no preaching through the rap game
The most evilest niggas nightmares, of my fondest dream
Cause death rules everything around me and the cream, is a cup of lean
Having a case of flashbacks, of the good time
But then I remember, it wasn't no good time
Just poverty stricken, and kicking it in the hood time
24 and I still can't think, from Guerilla Maab to Point Blank
To Big Moe to Z-Ro, and still no bank
I gotta be paying dues, for my niggas that lost they life in the game
Cause the more I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain
[Chorus]
[Z-Ro]
Dorothy Marie or mama, I've been stressed, learning to live
A life of misfortune, my feet have been so swollen from my quest
I'd like to find the meaning of sick and tired
Plus I can't determine between a bitch and right
Even my friends are fake, that's why I'm quick to ride
I'm the shit bitch, I know you smell the odor
Them other two niggas ain't bitches, and it's had a chip on my shoulder
I love my cousin and my brother mayn, but see it ain't nothing but drama
When you live in a slum, across the street from the gutter mayn
I'm 'pose to be a rap star, dig these blues a nigga ain't
Seen the states in two months, I'm in the kitchen as a crack star
What a wonderful way, to spend my fucking album release
A promotional show, and I must get do' nigga I got ounces to cheese
Ounces of green, I got mouths to feed so I need G's
Plus my own shit the T.V. in the living room, is Mexican D's
Gotta be paying dues, for my niggas that lost they life in the game
More I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain
[Chorus]
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9. _ Looking Good
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10. _ Haters Song (Let It Go)
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11. _ Ni**a From the Hood
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12. _ I Found Me [Slowed] [Version]
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13. _ Freestyle
Ha ha, 2000 and 1
Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don
Getting off my chest, know I'm saying
Cut these all the way off people, feel me
Yeah, this how it go, fa sho
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo'
I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro
Never been a hoe, never been a broad
Every night 'fore I go to sleep, I gotta talk to God
One time, gotta keep it real
Got gold and diamonds in my grill
I'm for real, doing it like a song
Bleeding on the boulevard, all day long
Gots to get paid, in this damn rap game
Gotta get my feddy, gotta get my change
Me and my partna P-Roy, doing it every day in the struggle
Hold up my nigga, one day we gon' bubble
Nigga we'll shine, we gon put it down
I'ma pimp my motherfucking pen, one time
Hold up, nothing but syrup in my cup
Riding on tre buck, and I don't give a fuck
About the law, nigga fuck the FED
I'm up in the game, just to stack a big head
Family getting fed, me and my wife wed
I'ma come down, I'm a Southside vet
[Chorus]
Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine
And let it all swing out, I ride with Southside
Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine
And let it all swing out, I ride for Southside
Like a drama bull, plus I got pull
When you see me on the damn scene, you know I'm fool
Popping handle bars, popping a X
I don't give a fuck, it's feeling warm in my chest
And I hope that God bless me, to get a platinum plack
Ain't no turning back, once I get the stack
Once I ain't cutting no slack, up in the game
Said it one time, now everybody know my name
Hollin' Ro, do another show
Wanted me to swang down, on another 4
Charge twenty grand, for a show
Plus, I want half of the do'
In this rap game, to get all the do'
I'ma come down, I got my shine on glow
Hollin' at the Big Steve, Mafio
R.I.P., to the Fat Pat though
Hold up, cause we balling
See us coming down looking good, and we crawling
Ain't falling, I ain't stalling
Coming down outta town, birds I'm hauling
To get paid, nigga I got my family on my mind
I'ma put it down, that's why I'ma shine
All in they face, like a motherfucking moon
A star, a sun and my uzi weigh a ton
Sitting in the microphone booth, going off
Working with the hard, working with the soft
In the motherfucking game, stacking my change
I'm in the motherfucking zone mayn
On my motherfucking block, it go down
I'm the thoedest and the coldest, nigga there is in H-Town
Know I'm saying, I ain't playing, steady spraying
[Chorus: x3]
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14. _ Sunshine
[Z-Ro talking]
Yes sir, Z-Ro, Lil' Keke, Screw to Mo City
CMG, KMJ, this how it go
[Chorus]
Sunshine, living in the ghetto daily trying to find
Sunshine, trying to make a million hustling got to dodge
One time, I keep my head up even though I feel like giving up
Sometimes, Keep your head up trying to find sunshine
[Z-Ro]
Man what happened to the sun on my lawn it's so gloomy and grey
I got a feeling 5-O gone try to do me today
Nothing but backstreets for me cause I don't need a vacation
Looking for front run up that seem the only compensation
The hood is on fire, other soldiers won't let it down
They ain't set tripping but out here jacking has been alive
Misery spinning what they clicking for no reason at all
Even intentions of stacking paper they pleasing them all
And outside, smelling like nothing but formaldrahide
It's an everyday suicide, R.I.P. to the ones that died
Wake up before you get caught up don't keep on selling your soul
Until your life fall up, you got to try to find
[Chorus]
[Lil' Keke]
We living in a world that's dirty and so shife
You trying to figure out this the game that's called life
These days is cold and got me searching for my soul
Like paper bags and lawn chairs man you unfold
I'm looking out my window for some, sunshine
I'm trying to give it up cause I swear it's my time
I five petreat and start thinking about my sins
Roll up another square and start thinking about the benz
Talent and skills is what I'm bringing
New homes and microphones got the cell phone ringing
Push play on the deck, to let my mind collect
And try to mash on the gas with no time to sweat
This the ghetto, and that's all I know
Another episode from the young don and Ro
If the family is tight, then everything's alright
So quick to catch flight for the sunlight, uh
[Chorus]
[Z-Ro]
Seem like I can't stand the rain prosecution and struggle up in my brain
Got to tell me slow down if you can see all of my veins
Cause I ain't having none of that riff raff to get back and blood
Keep my enemy close to me cause your killer be your 'cause
I wish I was, able to socialize with why'all
Instead of trading war stories and taking lies from why'all
It's how it be though, Lil' Keke and Z-Ro we on the grind
Long as they talking about us, we know we staying on they mind
Don't hate us congratulate us, why why'all turning up why'all nose
Cause it's been we be spittng straight be burning up why'all glow
Want to take it away from pin and pad and pick up a gun
You better repent my dog it's over, you done better try to find
[Chorus - 2x]
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15. _ Smokers Anthem
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16. _ My Story [Slowed] [Version]
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