Lyrics All Night - Z-RO

Up all night, up all day
Up all night, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid
Up all night, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

I had to keep from going under, like Stevie I Wonder
Thinking hard, running out of places to lay my head got me drinking hard liquor
Still a go killer, should I rely on my skills?
In the mist of poverty it must be the straight up get to an ending peal off

Recognizing the drama offense of living in my life
Got to go get it and come back with it until it′s prison in my life
Born struggling, a nigga acheived his bubbling
The fact that I can't get no job can′t do nothing but rub it in

Twenty years old, I was screaming I would reach twenty-five
Now twenty-four and still no dough, I started struggle and strive
I was a Bridgemont hardhead, yellow and purple repper
And never let another nigga check us, nigga that was low yet

Use to live with Z-Ro all in your deck
But back in 1995 I would of been all in your chest
With a pistol grip punk, giving up for you gone die tonight
Since I'm going through the bitch that more for the night
Come off the ice

Up all night, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid
Up all night, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

Up all night, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid
Up all night, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

Back in the doghouse, the love I give nigga my cellmate said
You reach your freedom when you die but if you rapping single bread
Already knowing I'm throwed when my pen is pimping
Having visions of me in a V-12 motor corners my Benz bending

Straight down to the T, I′d have a trouble to be with me
I promise I′ll do it right this time, wait 'til the G gets free
If I could make the jailhouse all of that Mo-Town live
When I ain′t T.W. to the free the rap game is mine soon as I get signed off

Lock, a thug nigga fresh out the jailhouse
Still addicted to hustling, attempted to pull my steel out
Show me the money, I'm gon′ show what you need
Half a ticket and a half-a-gallon and a quarter ounce of weed

I'm your mama, I′m your daddy, I'm that nigga in the alley
That when I go straight, but the prices be so cheap in the valley
I had to keep my mind right and keep my rhymes tight
Praying to god I wouldn't lose my freedom or my life before the limelight

Up all night, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid
Up all night, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

Up all night, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid
Up all night, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

Motherfucking all night, I put the heat to the dro, pass the lighter
Hitting stage ′til my vision gets brighter
Remember poverty, it ain′t a part of the plan
'Cause while I′m on the corner hustling with work in my hand

Like a super star selling rocks, because the stage becomes a block
But my plot is put my trust up in my glock
Z-Ro the ghetto rap star versus the world, which I lose
Even though I'm still paying dues, I′m still the last man standing

With a mad cannon ready to bust
Look how I did after I left that nigga dead in the dust
'Cause I′ma ride when it's time to ride strictly for cash
I'm doing bad so I′m leaning on a beam and a mask

A Mo-City nigga, we don′t know how to show pity, nigga
Sold up your block and take over your whole city, nigga
Me and Skinny Garaw, we at your front door
Aggravated 'cause it′s tough on the pole

Up all night, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid
Up all night, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

Up all night, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid
Up all night, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

Just tryna get paid
Oh yeah
Up all night, up all day
Tryna get paid
Up all night, up all day

Tryna get paid
Up all night
Up all night, up all day
Crack up that you'll play out