Still Livin'歌词
歌手：Z-Ro 专辑：I'm Still Livin
作曲 : Hawkins, McVey, Thompson
One deep until
I die, so your help
I refuse it [x4] [Trae:]
I hear some haters want me dead, but
I ain't never been a stranger to drama
The most hated around the world, just like my name was
Osama Picture my
Cheve riding low, boys watching me like the
FEDs They'd rather see me dead, instead of watching me get my bread
Some of my closest ******, wanna see me lose it all
But the love of my name is on, they can't get in my shoes at all
I'm still hood with it still gangsta, still the
Truth up in these streets
And still all by my lone, incase they wanna think it's something weak
Yeah I hear they like to talk, cause they hate that
I'm in my zone
My brother said if they don't hate me, then
I'm doing something wrong
I'm one of last of the real ****** left, so they know that
I'm a target
But they know it ain't no stopping my gang, if
I get it started
My attitude on my shoulder, so respect it
I ain't friendly
It don't take much to offend me, so don't go to ****ing with me
Unless you wanna be next, but
I don't think that's what you want
It's A.B.N. for life, and
I'll take it to where these haters don't [Hook:]
I know a lot of y'all ******, wanna see me dead
And a lot of y'all ******, wanna see me with no bread
I know, I might got a price on my head
It's alright
I ain't scared, *****
I'm still living
I know a lot of y'all ******, wanna see me lose it
And don't want me to make it in nothing, selling drugs or music
One deep until
I die, so your help
I refuse it
I'm alright, just as long as
I'm still living [H.A.W.K.:]
See a friend in need, is a friend indeed
Not just being cool, cause
I smoke good ****
Not sitting round me, with a trick up his sleeve
And does not believe, that
H.A.W.K. will succeed
How dare, you feel like that
Thought you had my back, now see where your heart is at
That hurt, like a heart attack
How fraud is that, when
I use to front you quarter sacks
Damn, I miss
Fat Pat And
I wouldn't have to ask, do these ****** really got my back
These ******, trying to get my stacks
Cause the guns gon splat, a few cats will be lying flat
******, wanna see me dead
Cause the same ***** who said, is the only ************ who's scared
I'ma stay, chasing bread
And stay getting ahead, and **** what another ***** said
I'm still living [Hook] [Z-Ro:]
Now when you throw up the
West upside down, it's my side of town
I use to be a
Y.G., but
I'm a rider now
O.G. credentials and in like one of my rhymes, watch me spit that lead
I murder for money half right now, the other half after
I get that *****
I ain't gotta tell ******
I'm Cripping, they know
I'm Hoover
But I got
Blood homies that's cuz homies, they'll be the ones to come do ya
When you see me out in public, most likely
I'm by my lonely
Trust nobody, it's just a plastic or the chrome only
When I beef
I pick skeletons,
I don't pick bones homie
Eliminating everybody, cause the last time a punk ***** told on me
Just because
I follow nobody, don't mean
I'm trying to leave ******
Most ******
I see trying to rush ya, can't even feed ******
All I need is
God, to protect me from harm
And for the death of my enemies first twelve, the hundred and forty third song
I've been stabbed shot, went to sleep and woke up in prison
They said
I'd be dead in a year, but that was two years ago and
I'm still living [Hook] [Talking:]
Real talk *****,
H-A-Dub-K baby
S.U.C. MVP baby, my *****
Z-Ro baby
Real talk baby, we still living
One deep for life *****,
S.U.C.
One deep until
I die, so your help
I refuse it [x4] [Trae:]
I hear some haters want me dead, but
I ain't never been a stranger to drama
The most hated around the world, just like my name was
Osama Picture my
Cheve riding low, boys watching me like the
FEDs They'd rather see me dead, instead of watching me get my bread
Some of my closest ******, wanna see me lose it all
But the love of my name is on, they can't get in my shoes at all
I'm still hood with it still gangsta, still the
Truth up in these streets
And still all by my lone, incase they wanna think it's something weak
Yeah I hear they like to talk, cause they hate that
I'm in my zone
My brother said if they don't hate me, then
I'm doing something wrong
I'm one of last of the real ****** left, so they know that
I'm a target
But they know it ain't no stopping my gang, if
I get it started
My attitude on my shoulder, so respect it
I ain't friendly
It don't take much to offend me, so don't go to ****ing with me
Unless you wanna be next, but
I don't think that's what you want
It's A.B.N. for life, and
I'll take it to where these haters don't [Hook:]
I know a lot of y'all ******, wanna see me dead
And a lot of y'all ******, wanna see me with no bread
I know, I might got a price on my head
It's alright
I ain't scared, *****
I'm still living
I know a lot of y'all ******, wanna see me lose it
And don't want me to make it in nothing, selling drugs or music
One deep until
I die, so your help
I refuse it
I'm alright, just as long as
I'm still living [H.A.W.K.:]
See a friend in need, is a friend indeed
Not just being cool, cause
I smoke good ****
Not sitting round me, with a trick up his sleeve
And does not believe, that
H.A.W.K. will succeed
How dare, you feel like that
Thought you had my back, now see where your heart is at
That hurt, like a heart attack
How fraud is that, when
I use to front you quarter sacks
Damn, I miss
Fat Pat And
I wouldn't have to ask, do these ****** really got my back
These ******, trying to get my stacks
Cause the guns gon splat, a few cats will be lying flat
******, wanna see me dead
Cause the same ***** who said, is the only ************ who's scared
I'ma stay, chasing bread
And stay getting ahead, and **** what another ***** said
I'm still living [Hook] [Z-Ro:]
Now when you throw up the
West upside down, it's my side of town
I use to be a
Y.G., but
I'm a rider now
O.G. credentials and in like one of my rhymes, watch me spit that lead
I murder for money half right now, the other half after
I get that *****
I ain't gotta tell ******
I'm Cripping, they know
I'm Hoover
But I got
Blood homies that's cuz homies, they'll be the ones to come do ya
When you see me out in public, most likely
I'm by my lonely
Trust nobody, it's just a plastic or the chrome only
When I beef
I pick skeletons,
I don't pick bones homie
Eliminating everybody, cause the last time a punk ***** told on me
Just because
I follow nobody, don't mean
I'm trying to leave ******
Most ******
I see trying to rush ya, can't even feed ******
All I need is
God, to protect me from harm
And for the death of my enemies first twelve, the hundred and forty third song
I've been stabbed shot, went to sleep and woke up in prison
They said
I'd be dead in a year, but that was two years ago and
I'm still living [Hook] [Talking:]
Real talk *****,
H-A-Dub-K baby
S.U.C. MVP baby, my *****
Z-Ro baby
Real talk baby, we still living
One deep for life *****,
S.U.C.
