Z-ro *Why?
Why, do they worry me Because the game, ain’t what it use to be Where did all the G’s go, uh-huh [Z-Ro] I be beeping niggaz with cell phones So why the fuck, the call back take so long If I depended on my niggaz, I’d stay stranded at home But everytime I got a show, my telephone ring They wanna fuck with me when, I’m in the spotlight Trying to get in friends, smoke and lean Feel me when a nigga say that, I don’t love nobody The same person you call a partna, might try to slug your body Never ever underestimate, the next man’s greed And it ain’t no love if it come down to it, second and first cousins even bleed Losing love for my partnas, because they treat me like a stranger Plus my nigga for life, is headed straight for the gas chamber I took an oath, and said you didn’t do it But when the judge winked at the prosecutor, we knew we blew it [Hook] [Z-Ro] And it ain’t no such thang, as a faithful broad But I’ve been blessed to peep the game, that’s why I’m thankful Lord So all the love letters and roses that you send her, she won’t even much feel Cause all the while, the bitch be phonier than a fo’ dolla bill Some niggaz got mo’ bitch in em than bitches, always pulling a strap Sending mo’ chicks up out they boxing game, but hiding behind a gat If you pull the thang on me, I might provoke you to use it Cause my life-my life is painful, and I ain’t scared to lose it Even though it’s brightly lit I live in darkness, keep a pistol With an extra cartridge, they mistake my …
