Z-Ro lyrics
Z-Ro lyrics
"Pain Lyrics"
THE MISSING PIECES Lyrics
Sock it to me You make me feel so good Oh have mercy baby In the midnight hour Hey man, play some soul man I want some soul I am the judge Everybody knows that I am the judge Chickaboom This tune has gone for shithouse city man Oh what? Son of a gun
Sock it to me You make me feel so good Oh have mercy baby In the midnight hour Hey man, play some soul man I want some soul I am the judge Everybody knows that I am the judge Chickaboom This tune has gone for shithouse city man Oh what? Son of a gun
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
Closer Lyrics
Intro: Word up word up always look in the yo. (Yeah I always did that too yo). And ask why. Why it gotta be like this? Kila Bee rest in peace yo (Killa Bee rest in peace) Word up (word up) ? Prayers ain't never end (prayer's ain't never end) "Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe" -Puff Daddy 'Makin' Moves With Puff' Noreaga: Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route More chickens to doubt more money to count Yo my Swiss account with more cheese amount It's still pil
rent, therefor my partnas might be targets tonightIntro: Word up word up always look in the yo. (Yeah I always did that too yo). And ask why. Why it gotta be like this? Kila Bee rest in peace yo (Killa Bee rest in peace) Word up (word up) ? Prayers ain't never end (prayer's ain't never end) "Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe" -Puff Daddy 'Makin' Moves With Puff' Noreaga: Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route More chickens to doubt more money to count Yo my Swiss account with more cheese amount It's still pil
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
Everything Is Alright Lyrics
Everything is gon' be alright you know? This is for my young thug Kamillion Cause we told him, man Yeah We told him he's comin back [ EDI ] The dawn comes after the night And there's a silver lining surrounding every cloudy day Seems like hard times been a friend of mine I can't shake Still I rise with a clique of thugs they can't break Pain mixed with rain and no sunshine And all we wanted was to be happy just one time We had no choice, no voice, only o
for, nothing but a record label huh break me outEverything is gon' be alright you know? This is for my young thug Kamillion Cause we told him, man Yeah We told him he's comin back [ EDI ] The dawn comes after the night And there's a silver lining surrounding every cloudy day Seems like hard times been a friend of mine I can't shake Still I rise with a clique of thugs they can't break Pain mixed with rain and no sunshine And all we wanted was to be happy just one time We had no choice, no voice, only o
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 m
Hockey Monkey Lyrics
all the scientists are running around looking for the monkey but he can't be found cause he's down by the pond playing hockey with the kids and all the mothers are running around looking for their children but they can't be found cause they're down by the pond playing hockey with the monkey and its 1..2..3.. the kids love the monkey and 4..5..6.. the monkey's got a hockey stick 7..8..9.. havin a good time yeaaaa national guard is running around loo
eaning of sick and tiredall the scientists are running around looking for the monkey but he can't be found cause he's down by the pond playing hockey with the kids and all the mothers are running around looking for their children but they can't be found cause they're down by the pond playing hockey with the monkey and its 1..2..3.. the kids love the monkey and 4..5..6.. the monkey's got a hockey stick 7..8..9.. havin a good time yeaaaa national guard is running around loo
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]