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  • Z-ro – It’s A Shame Lyrics

    Gotta make sure these words are understandable
    Cause it’s a motherf*cking shame, all these short
    Comings in the game, hoe ass niggas, hoe ass bitches
    Know I’m saying

    [Z-Ro]
    I’m still King of the Ghetto, ain’t a damn thang changed
    Still sip out the prescription bottle, with hydro on my brain
    It help a nigga make it through the drama, swear to God
    I be feeling like busting heads, and relocate to the Bahamas
    But I don’t wanna be a runaway, I love my block
    But I can’t seem to put my gun away, friends be killing friends
    So I don’t make no ends, with nobody I know
    Cause if nobody gets nervous, then nobody’s gotta go
    That’s the G-Code, and I will busting simply, then I will reload
    Sick of all of this gun bumping, from you people
    Turning a Christian into someone who is evil, Z-Ro
    Motherf*ckers all up in my business, broadcasting my life
    Presidential Records suing Z-Ro, and his pockets ain’t right
    Why they wanna spread rumors, bout Ro Dog
    Turn me to a menace to society like O-Dog

    [Chorus]
    It’s a shaa-aa-ame, the way they f*ck around with my mind
    It’s a shaa-aa-ame, the way they try to hurt me
    It’s a shaa-aa-ame, the way they got me walking round with my nine
    Raised on game, a soldier that’s showing no mercy

    [Z-Ro]
    When I wake up, I be wishing to find another way to make a living
    Baking a cake, back in the kitchen got my palms itching
    Scratch that with a fat stack, of Benjamin Franklin, y’all better
    Back back trying to get my stack, I got a black mack in a black backpack
    I know you jealous niggas, hate me cause I shine
    They know I be rolling one deep, trying to follow behind

    I gotta handle my business, by myself cause I’m alone
    Really nothing to live fo’, no more wife no more kids at home
    Ain’t that a shame, I’m losing everything I love
    When they f*ck up its okay, but when it’s me they hold a grudge
    You think I ain’t know, you was f*cking over Z-Ro
    With Lil’ Shannon around the time, your vehicle was repoed
    My love for you was that of a mother, one I never had
    I know we could never be again, I’m forever sad
    But a hustler, gotta keep hustling
    Until then, I-10 drug smuggling

    [Chorus]

    [Z-Ro]
    Sometimes I be wondering, if I’m ever gon make it
    Ducking and dodging poverty, am I ever gon shake it
    Every nigga I deal with, keeps saying they down
    Why my money be funny, everytime it be coming round
    I told him tell em 25 hundred, he told em three thousand
    Making me miss out on money, Sam gon witness me clowning
    When you give a nigga a inch, they try to take the whole ruler
    After my inches, nothing but the forty-four ruger
    Who am I, Z-Ro the Crooked I’m not a hoe
    But instead of busting your head, I’ma go on and let you go
    I’ma receive my blessing, better believe my weapon
    Is a first, from the basic instructions before leaving earth
    The bible, and if we follow it properly its survival
    We gotta listen sometimes, even though we wanna all shine
    And glisten sometimes, remember we on a heavenly mission sometimes

    [Chorus]

    (*talking*)
    One love to my motherf*cking soldier niggas
    J-Pimp, my nigga Rice aka sliding up under something
    When they get outta line


  • Shah – Pay Day lyrics

    Intro:
    Open up the register
    This is pay day
    Open up the register
    This is pay day

    Verse 1:
    All I wanna do is see the profits
    Jesus, Benjamin Franklin, Mohammed
    Boy I got that gatorskin graveyard wallet
    Full of dead presidents, peace be upon em

    Shout out my girls that want the D but not no DNA with it
    Momma said I’m sexist prolly true, I admit it
    But look around who isn’t, this ain’t right, is it?
    Y’all been gettin less dollars per hour for a minute

    Money over bad bitches, money over actresses
    Money over strippers, pick it up pay for class with it
    Money all over the mattress, got money all over the atlas
    It’s blasphemous, we put money over happiness

    So y’all can pray, I go get it
    Y’all go prey, I go predator
    I brought body bags for the dead presidents
    Now baby open up the register

    Hook:
    This is pay day, pay day, pay day
    Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
    Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
    Baby this is pay day
    Open up the register

    Verse 2:
    I just wanna see the profits,
    Moses, Benjamin Franklin, Mohammed
    Rakin’ in that money, Ronald rakin in the dollars
    Made off with their money, Bernie Madoff’ing their dollars
    I just bought a crib in the East Village
    Empty walls, need some art to put up in it
    Walls are full dog, I went passed the limit
    Now I all I needs another fucking crib… are you kidding?

    Money over bad bitches, money over actresses
    Money over strippers, pick it up pay for class with it
    Money all over the mattress, money all over the atlas
    It’s blasphemous, we put money over happiness

    So y’all can pray, I go get it
    Y’all go prey, I go predator
    I brought body bags for the dead presidents
    Now baby open up the register

    Hook:
    This is pay day, pay day, pay day
    Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
    Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
    Baby this is pay day
    Open up the register
    This is pay day, pay day, pay day
    Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
    Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
    Baby this is pay day
    Open up the register
    This is pay day
    Baby this is pay day
    Baby this is pay day
    Open up the register
    Baby this is pay day
    Baby this is pay day