Lyrics N***a From the Hood - Z-RO
(Chorus)
Too
many
niggas,
trying
to
take
me
off
of
my
game
Just
a
nigga
from
the
hood,
that's
looks
some
good
Now
they
all
want
to
to
jock
my
fame
When
I
coming
down
in
my?
born?
And
I'm
rolling
one
deep
that
should
tell
you
about
me
I
don't
give
a
damn
about
none
of
you
hoes
I
blast
on
sight
cause
I
ain't
tripping
no
more
(Z-Ro)
You
can't
knock
my
hustle,
ain't
no
games
gone
be
played
Even
haters
a
hundred
miles
away,
deuce
out
they
shades
Coming
down
one
deep,
I
ain't
gone
stop
and
try
to
speak
I
keep
on
rolling
mean
mugging
as
I
pull
on
a
sweet
I
gave
a
cool
package
of
sellers,
because
I
knocked
down
yellas
Keep
a
4 for
myself
and
a
4-4
for
the
jealous
Cause
them
boys
be
scoping,
intoxicated
and
hoping
That
they
run
up
on
Z-Ro
I
leave
they
flesh
wide
open
Let
them
take
me
for
what,
cause
I
be
damned
if
I
slip
Beretta
beam
in
the
club
same
thang
on
my
hip
Another
case
like
that,
if
you
don't
think
I
bring
that
Run
on
up
and
I'ma
bust
and
flip
your
brain
like
crack
(Chorus)
(Z-Ro)
Nothing
but
dollars
we
clock,
show
after
show
we
gone
rock
Pimpin
hoes
in
the
five
double
o
and
baby
mamas
gone
jock
What
the
fuck
is
the
deal,
somebody
pass
me
the
kill
Rubatussin
and
marijuana,
one
time
and
I
peal
Don't
let
a
snitch
see
my
dope,
cause
the
snitches
gone
squeel
If
they
play
with
my
freedom,
you
know
a
coffin
gone
feel
Niggas
be
working
with
louds,
I'm
gone
work
on
they
jaws
Putting
snitches
in
ditches
cause
I
know
they
be
talking
bout
Every
move
that
I
make,
that's
why
I
be
solo
when
I
bake
Cooking
up
in
the
kitchen
come
up
with
a
ounce
with
no
flakes
Cause
when
I
say
get
back,
before
my
finger
start
itching
Better
believe
when
I
relieve
my
stress
you
might
come
up
missing
I
don't
be
kissing
no
ass,
take
a
hit
and
dump
the
ash
I'ma
chop
on
20's
with
sparkling
oak
on
my
dash
I'm
too
low
to
descirbe,
out
the
Screwed
Up
tribe
Read
about
it
in
the
Source,
Murda
Dog
and
the
Vibe
(Chorus)
(Z-Ro)
Remember
back
in
94
they
use
to
laugh
at
me
baby
Now
it's
year
two
triple
o
broads
be
after
me
baby
Can
you
recall
when
I
was
sparkling
now
I
hide
behind
10
Cause
being
in
a
drop
with
a
escallade
I
know
you
want
to
know
where
I
went
I
got
a
bitch
named
Lucy,
for
me
she
sell
her
coochie
Finest
in
the
vagina
for
lunch
when
I
feel
like
sushi
See
it
to
the
day
we
fall,
we
ball
out
of
control
Everyday
at
my
low
key
location
hoes
fall
out
of
they
clothes
Range
Rovers
and
Hummers,
45
glock
gunner
Plus
I'm
a
pen
pimping
veteran,
smelling
plex
among
new
comers
How
you
love
a
platinum
plack
it
means
I'm
already
gold
It
ain't
no
joke
I'm
in
the
scope,
five
hundred
thousand
already
sold
I'm
throwed
off
in
the
mind,
mic
and
producer
and
booms
no?
reap?
in
the
wine
Smoke
to
relax
my
mind,
radio
songs
go
lemon
lime
Fuck
a
neuse
a
niggas
might
go
thet
there
to
the
po
po
why
pop
it
Giving
out
my
phone
number
on
the
daily
cause
it
won't
hurt
my
pocket
(Chorus)
(Z-Ro:
outro)
Man,
what's
the
god
damn
deal,
Southside,
Northside,
Eastside,
Westside
It's
your
boy
Z-Ro,
knocking
down
the
door
in
year
two
triple
o
S.U.C.
for
life,
screw
you,
it's
for
you
baby
Heavy
Weighters,
my
nigga
Toon,
R-O,
Big
M-O-E
Z
to
the
Ro,
Geurilla
Maab
affilliated,
know
what
I'm
saying
Putting
it
down,
new
millenium
it's
ours,
get
that
baby
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1 N***a From the Hood
2 World Wide
3 The Dirty 3rd (feat. Wood & Enjoli)
4 Hustling All I Can Do (feat. Point Blank & Mr. 3-2)
5 Swang On 4's (feat. Big Moe & Cl'Che')
6 Looking Good (feat. Papa Reu)
7 3rd Coast (feat. Den Den & Dat Boy Grace)
8 One Thug
9 Gonna Get Easier
10 Screwed Up (feat. Dat Boy Grace)
11 Still My Life
12 Lets Chill (feat. Cl' Che')
13 Why
14 To Love A Thug
15 Steady Ballin (feat. H.A.W.K., S.U.C. & Screwed Up Click)
16 Smokers Anthem
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