The Same One

歌詞

(*talking*) Say Mike Dean, dig these blues (Z-Ro) Woke up with fifty some odd niggaz, bumping they gums God I tried to be calm, but everywhere I go it's like Vietnam I tried to be Joseph McVey, but hey Niggaz be bringing the killer, back out of me everyday The same niggaz, I broke with and got fed with me Stood behind the trigger, when the infrared lead hit me In my conclusion, ain't no such thing as a friend all I know Homicides are homies plotting, trying to sniff off my ends Like they a bloodhound, or a cuz-hound Fuck you dollas, they'll lay they blood or they cous' down It'll be the same nigga you be rolling with, and fucking with hoes That'll tell your woman you unfaithful, cause you fucking with hoes Same nigga sit down to piss, unable to stand up straight They the reason real niggaz, doing time up-state Talking to two 2-2 clips, cause they hustle is dead The block is too hot for em, so they snitching to get they bread (Hook) It be the same one, claiming that he's down for life That'll come, and lay you down tonight Same nigga I retaliated fo', with 45's and K's The one that got me, doing time today no lie Same nigga out of FED, running low on his bread Same nigga, trying to get between my lil' mama legs It be the same one you figured, was closest to ya That'll talk abot you, like he never knew ya (Z-Ro) Pamnick State Jail, I got eight months to do And it's a trip, I see niggaz banging for sodas and soups In front of my eyes, I witnessed niggaz get mad and bitch If don't nobody feed em, y'all niggaz oughtta walk with a switch I deliver blows to the nose, of my feminine foes I promise I bet not see you fellas, at none of my shows Talking down in a penalty, that could send you to the doctor Touch you up, and try to fit you in your property locker Now dig these blues, I heard that I was paying for protection Ol' coward ass nigga, 35 bunk I got speakers bigger than you, in back of my trunk So I kick's it with 21 and 44, and 29 bunk Whoop the suffer spread, and watch the time rewind His fellas hate us, cause we stay in the commissary line nigga (Hook) (Z-Ro) It be the same one screaming, that he's down for life That'll set up a robbery, and lay me down tonight That's why I travel with my bitch only Cause when she opens her mouth, niggaz can't click on me Peep out the conversation of a chrome cop killer, drop niggaz and bitches These snitches got me cool, if they without niggaz and bitches Ain't a thang changed, friends ain't friends no more I'm on the clock for Lil' James, Rap-A-Lot Mafia hard core If you hang around smokers, you most likely to be one I'ma hang around some money, cause I'm trying to get me some Fucking with bitch niggaz, jeopardizes my life and freedom So I fuck's with Grey D, gon scoop him up and then here we come We infamous and keep doing, can't stop the shit what we done Relaxing is an action, that could make your life a rerun That's the reason, I roll around Houston with two or three guns Z-Ro and anybody killer, respect it when you see one (Hook)