Get the embed code Z-Ro - Crack Album Lyrics1.25 Lighters2.Baby Girl3.Call My Intro6.Eyes on Paper7.Here We Go8.If Thats How Yo My Chrome13.Self Made14.The Mo City -Ro Lyrics provided by When I take my last breath, then I'm a part of the pastīury me upside down so all of y'all can kiss my ass I ain't even gotta say nothing than I'm a name they won't forget to mention Most of y'all just be talking loud begging for attention Ya seven sins that women and men commit 24/7 Re-vanity, lust, the main three thangs that it'll make you end up in the dust I won't do nothing hazardous just wish man go break bread with tazardous King of the ghetto entertainment is the drug dealerĬity to city sending the story of a thug nigga Got fifty people waiting just to do what Z-ro say White ones, red monkey's and a blue? meoshay? Uh, It don't matter how much that, it don't matter how much for this Unlike a brother that come up and forget about all his folksĪnd be the main one try'na come back and kick it when he go brokeīut what'cha can't understand is how money flowing and out of your hands I was taking money to my Annium, they used to take care of me I don't smoke crack it's to easy for me to sellīut you hustle like Bill Clinton, you smoke it but don't inhale Serious was the game I didn't play with itĮven if the clu clux clan wanted to buy it, I was on the way with it Without working with a weapon I was winning but what was mine What'chall know about 72 from 9 in the week's time I hated to see my pants pockets without some paper in em I was reaping what I was sowing, that was that hater-ism Hell yeah I was loving it cause I was making my cheeseīut it didn't feel real good once it started happening to me Then exchange your property for some Benjamin's and some Andrew's I remember when my hustle was the jack you I know you think your the man, you got a lil fifty grandīut what'cha can't understand is how money flowing in and out of my hands Not taking care of your kids, y'all out there doing it big Not try'na buy rims that cost more than the car that'cha put em on
That's what the real hustler do, bring the baking home None of my baby mommas hated to see me come upĬause I took care of all the children when the times were tough Scheming they plot but don't even know what I gotĬause whatever it is I'm doing I seem to have it on lock Out of five conrads they say they down with meįour want me dead but don't want me to take my fortunate in the ground with me So whatever I hustle I could never be out of bounds Y'all arguing over corners, I'm taking over town That means every dollar that come in front of me goin be mine This Ro gain ain't for receding hair line
I went from selling crack cocaine to uncut Ro-cain Me I'm still a hustler but my product is changed Little Honda Civic with big speakers in the back Thirty-years-old and still try'na move a fifty pack
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