And these days seem like wherever i go the fake taking over like real ain't cool no more And these days don't nobody show love instead of lending a helping
These days seem like wherever i go the fake taking over like real aint cool no more and these days dont nobody dont show love instead of lending a helping
[Verse 1 - Eminem] If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it Then so be it 'Cause nowadays these kids, jeez Don't give a shit about lyrics All they wanna
, lookin lovely got these niggaz offerin they pockets tippin you twenties 'cause you cold with that shit that you do...ya mood shocked me unlike these
Artist: Scarface f/ Z-Ro Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com [Verse 1] When I was in the sixth grade, these niggas was bitch made They was thinking science
[Eminem] If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it then so be it cause nowadays these kids, jeez don't give a shit bout lyrics all they wanna hear is
Man fuck y'all.. [Z-Ro] Nigga fuck all y'all Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes If I needed a ride, I called on niggaz If I wanted some ass
grudges Daddy, I love you that's my word Even though you had me sleepin' on a curb I wish I had another song These are the days, these are the days
: Z- Ro] ...Time to let the truth be tooooold, It ain't no brighter dayyyyyys, Cuz when it all unfooolds, A nigga gon' just pass awayeeeee. These haters
maintain [Z-Ro] Now I done had pistols to my head befo' Woke up with a dead body, in a bed befo' Don't ask me why, only talk to Z-Ro I'm noid, never
be nice, my face is frowned up everywhere I go, and I can't sleep nights I'm in my ride tryin to find my foes (Why You Be Trippin Z-ro?) [Verse 1:] They
kno 90% of the hoes jus fuck with z-ro tryin to get rich I don't wanna die lonely I'm in need of a womans touch but in 08 you jus can't trust these hoes
talking bout lovely days, getting paid Puffing on that haze, g'eah Screwed Up Click, top of the charts nigga holla at em [Lil' Flip:] Yeah Ro, I think
t a glock bitch, when it pop it's out of tank [Hook] [Z-Ro:] These days, I roll alone it's just my heater with me Fuck all of these females, my heavleck
but to keep my head right Got my name in candy blue letters, between my headlights Z-Ro the Crooked the Mo City Don, he's all about bread right [Z-Ro
was wanna shine Make enough money, just so I could support mine All the days of my life, I been on my grind Laws trying to lock me down, for a lifetime [Z-Ro
