Lyrics II Many Ni@@aZ - Z-RO

When will it ever stop, all this hatin′ and droppin' salt?
All I′m tryna do is live lavish with millions in my vault
Not from selling crack on the corner, I'm tryna do it legal
But I guess it ain't no pleasin′ my people ′cause everything I do
There'll be somebody tellin′ me I won't succeed
But I′m a millionaire and I owe it all to the hatred I recieved
Motherfuckers that use to be down, ain't down no mo′
My true partners just can't be found no mo'

Therefore my motto is ′Fuck Friends′, my only dog is Benjamin Franklin
Tryna take him away from me you gon' wind up stankin′
I got a family to feed (so currency's what I need)
But the people I break bread with would rather see me bleed
Tryna take all of my fortune but my fame is forever
And S.U.C I′m a claim it forever and I'm still down with the yella
So fuck all of these bitches and bitch ass fella′s
And fuck a four, it's a PT, and a glock 50, foes is jealous nigga

Too many niggas tryna take me off of my game (take me off of my game)
'Cause a nigga from the hood didn′t look, so I′m good
Now they all wanna jock my fame (all wanna jock my fame)
When I'm comin′ down in my foreign
And I'm rollin′ one-deep that should tell ya about me (S.U.C.)
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on site ′cause I ain't trippin' no more

As soon as them eyes close it′s over and that′s that
'Cause when they murdered my partner he didn′t get to blast back
Is that the price to pay just to have nice things?
And is my life in danger because I have ice mayne?
It's a shame, can′t even sport our jewelry like we wanna
'Cause everytime we shine them jackers tryna creep up on us
Catchin′ pistol case, after pistol case, ridin' dirty
Mr. Officer, I'm not a killer just wanna see thirty

′Cause the Rs be against me when I roll alone
A clip full of demon repplings when I′m holdin on
I'm tryna make it, yo with this gangsta shit I ain′t gon' fake it
Anything a nigga earned, I′ll be damned if a nigga take it
Nowadays the ghetto version of Spundalay
A nigga will run up in ya residence with the undelay, cold hearted
They get they fetti, bustin brains for a living
Disrespecting God's children, bitch you made for a prison

Too many niggas tryna take me off of my game (take me off of my game)
′Cause a nigga from the hood didn't look, so I'm good
Now they all wanna jock my fame (all wanna jock my fame)
When I′m comin′ down in my foreign
And I'm rollin′ one-deep that should tell ya about me (S.U.C.)
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on site ′cause I ain't trippin′ no more

Too many motherfuckers so I'm a hate everybody I can hate
And I don't give a fuck about nothin′
Fuck-a-nigga, fuck-a-bitch let me get that straight
Ain′t no love I'm not ya blood or ya cuz nigga, bitch I′m a loner
I'm a asshole by nature you can get with that, or leave it at this bitch

The only company I need is weed
And since I′m nervous by nature I'ma make you bleed indeed
I trust nothing, if I get a funny feeling I′m gon' be bustin'
Plus if my blood rushing it′ll be more than a concussion
From my hitch I see these red dots, gonna color your brain
Nigga I got problems I can′t cope with, murder scene to keep me sane
One love, to my nigga Moe, and one love to my nigga Redd
And one love, to my mothafuckin' bread, I′ma get that!

Too many niggas tryna take me off of my game (take me off of my game)
'Cause a nigga from the hood didn′t look, so I'm good
Now they all wanna jock my fame (all wanna jock my fame)
When I′m comin' down in my foreign
And I'm rollin′ one-deep that should tell ya about me (S.U.C.)
I don′t give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on site 'cause I ain′t trippin' no more

Too many niggas tryna take me off of my game (take me off of my game)
′Cause a nigga from the hood didn't look, so I′m good
Now they all wanna jock my fame (all wanna jock my fame)
When I'm comin' down in my foreign
And I′m rollin′ one-deep that should tell ya about me (S.U.C.)
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on site ′cause I ain't trippin′ no more