Talkin Down On Me

歌詞

[Z-Ro:] Since I been rollin' by myself, I keep that bitch Nina with me And if you my enemy, you don't wanna be the last nigga that seen her with me Z-Ro haters be makin' my attitude rude Fuck around & get stole on if you fuck up my moves Dude, finally I found myself, I had to stop blowin' that kick 'em 'Cause eventually I would've drowned myself I already need a anger management class See if a buster cross me, it don't matter the situation I damage his ass. Soldier that's what I be. So bitch, why are you tryin' to play me like a H O E? Turn me loose so I can make it to the T O P It's like I'm in a bucket full of C R A B's. But I keep climbin' & I keep on rhymin' while they be bumpin' they gums Lookin' at my diamonds whinin' & blindin' no dumpin' they guns 'Cause they can't see me, bitch I'm invisible to the hate Thugged off in my kitchen cuttin' chemicals in my cakes. [Chorus: Z-Ro] Talkin' Down On Me from a safe place, now I'm in your face. What you gon' do now? Barrettas & Rugas on my person, they would do you if I burst 'em. What you gon' do now? Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops if you trespass. You done fucked up now. No bustin' in the sky first one through your thigh, second one's a chest blast. I done lucked you out now. [Z-Ro:] Niggas be cool in my face, but hate behind my back Talk Down On Me in front of me, but not behind my ghat I bet you won't do that, I bet you scared of that iron Perpetratin' like you a gorilla, sellin' drinks in line You ain't never seen the Pen nigga, the penitentiary They talk rehabilitation, but look at what it did to me I smoke more & sip more than ever before Muthafuckers get on my nerves, so I lean on that dro Tryin' to keep on droppin' a bomb on the bitch-made Don't be lookin' surprised, y'all made it this way I got a Vendetta with lifts that be tryin' to sink me Sendin' their friends after me & tryin' to link me To aggravated robbery & strong-arm jackin' Tryin' to throw me off my note, so I can't do no stackin' Johnny Cochran over lawyer got me out on bail Lookin' for niggas that was plottin' on receivin' my mail. [Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2] Talkin' Down On Me from a safe place, now I'm in your face. What you gon' do now? Barrettas & Rugas on my person, they would do you if I burst 'em. What you gon' do now? Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops if you trespass. You done fucked up now. No bustin' in the sky first one through your thigh, second one's a chest blast. I done lucked you out now.