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z – ro – never let it go lyrics


“never let it go”

say mike d, dig these blues…
here i go again, runnin off at the mouth about buster’s
m-th-f-cka’s just mad at me ckuz they diamonds ain’t up in cl-ster’s!
too many times i done paid my dues
even today i’m still payin em fool!
(could it be da reason i’m so cold in da rap game is m-th-f-ckin pain!)
i’m screamin, jesus, i need ah, betta way of life!
cause at da rate i travel now, i can’t decide ah day from night!
still da king of the ghetto, da ghetto is where i lay my head at, evade feds at, and break bread at!
these sommab-tches got ah n-gg- f-cked up, my att-tude is already rude!
and too many people make me parnoid, so i’ll wet ah b-tch and i’ll wet ah dude!
straight like that i don’t give ah d-mn i’m gangstafied, from toe to head nough said!
flippin in ah gangsta ride, and when it get gangsta, ah gangsta will bust heads!
it’s in my blood! i’m a m-th-f-ckin thug, even though i know better!
my only love is fo my guerillas and fo da cheddar!
so all you mark -ss n-gg-‘s get da f-ck up outta dogde!
get ya life right with god, then if you want war let’s go to war!

it be a bunch of drama on my block, my partner accidently shot his mama on my block!
tryin to survive in the land of the lost, hope’n i can at least find me!
ckuz back in highschool ain’t now one of my teachers reached me!
i wasn’t cuttin up in cl-ss, i had money on my mind, visualizing a m-th-f-ckin come up, ready to get up and grind!
chasing paper like a m-th-f-cker, me and buddy ro! movin ounce after ounce after ounce of dat yayo!
making money what i love to do, but my freedom is pending, and if i get caught slippin my freedom is ending, n-gg- i’m playin it safe
100’s n 50’s n 20’s n 10’s n 5’s, some 1’s up in my safe! 357 and a 4-0 and a 4-4 up in my waist ah maniac,
trigga happy and don’t give ah f-ck what i be aimin at!
rigdemont? forever i’m claimin that! rigdemont? forever i’m claimin that!

my n-gg-s be killin each other behind these busted b-tches!
i would rather be spendin my time in a drop top, somethin out on switches!
with a sack of that sh-t, so i can calm my nerves down! dealin with b-tch n-gg-, after b-tch n-gg- i’m ready to release rounds
out of the mini 1-4 i’m a shoot til it’s over with, ain’t n-body gon stud up! anotha one bites the dust, i’m throwin that pud up, n-gg- what?
i’m ready to kill and i’m ready to die fo cause of my life,
the reason why i’m anti-social and built a way around my life!
ain’t n-body but me, z-ro the crooked in the flesh! mo city texas ain’t no fashion show, n-gg-s come here and meet death!
it’ll be a battleground with nothin but dead enemies of myself,
ckuz when i be clickin i be feelin a strange energy within myself!
i never be giving ah d-mn about it ckuz it be feelin so live,
so when i be doin that there, don’t f-ck with me and take me outta my vibe, n-gg-!
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 never gonna let the game go… fasho!