King Of The Ghetto
[Hook: (2x)]This is my wooooooorldZ-Ro, king of the ghettoooooo[Z-Ro:]Once upon a time, not long agoThere was a hustling motherfucker, with a cold ass flowEverytime he hit the studio, his beeper go offHe left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that rawWith a pistol on his right side, and one in his backI-10 again and again, from running that crackGirlfriend kept complaining, cause he never at homeSo he told her deal with it bitch, or get the fuck onIt was money over bitches, on his mindPlus all of his partnas, thought that he would never shineThe number be 15 and 5, up in the kitchenHe could do it straight up, or he could do it with a whippingBut then came a drought, and then he put his first album outDecided to do it full time, cause record stores kept selling outStill in the game, cocaine on top of the brainFrom the studio to the streets, Z-Ro is everything[Repeat Hook:][Z-Ro:]King of the ghetto, I'm sitting on my throneGot a red light, sitting on my chromeRidgemont Texas, representingWith a taper fade, sitting on my domeI mash niggaz, and I trash niggazWhen it come down, to the cash niggaBeat that ass, in a flash niggaPistol play, and I'ma blast niggaGangstafied, from GoderheadAll day long, I chase my breadBut on the low, I don't fuck with FED'sCause a snitch nigga, get dressed in redShut up bitch, she look so lieBut they don't know, she'll take your lifeNot giving a fuck, or get fucked upAnd end up dead, with your dick in the skyGo my way, we gon have funInstead of happiness, we have doneAbout our business, corrupting our kidneysAll that codeine, weed and drugsI'm leaning over, but still a soldierPimp my pen, like I'm suppose toNothing but the finest, light green dojaGot it from C-Note, from the CloverAnimal thug, I thug for lifeSo I ain't going, to the club tonightBlock is bleeding, I'm here for the eatingAnd supervising, my funds tonightI scuffle and hustle, on my grindNo matter the weather, no matter the timeRoll out the red carpet for Z-Ro, this world is mine[Repeat Hook:][Z-Ro:]Who that bumping, who that beefingHope you brought something, to put your chief inInterrupting me, while I'm reefer chiefingI'm a gangsta, not Erkle StevenCause I don't laugh, and I don't playAnd no, is something that I don't sayI don't give a motherfuck, about your dayHoe, get the fuck out of my wayI'm lean as fuck, and don't like nobodyMy style of rap, is I'm like nobodyI let off fo' shots, and hit fo' bodiesOG with it, like Amas RodneyStill in the game, as a MVPDealing with haters, that envy meFuck fabricated, and commercializingI'ma bring my block, to MTVShow love, and do all I canFor all my people, and all my fansBut motherfuckers, be hating meFor the life of me, I can't understandCause I'm cool as hell, till a hater get boldStep out of line, fuck around get stoledI must be, their motherfucking issueCause all these niggaz, getting droveUp a lot, like a VolkswagonI get a commission, for toe taggingA slim killa, with a wide bodyPolo top, and Polo saggingI live my life, like I don't careBut every night, I be deep in prayerThen I get off, my kneesAnd hustle, straight like that there[Repeat Hook:]
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