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| Ayeeeeee, i havent wrote in here in a long time. Yep.
Impalafest in 2 weeks...Already....
More lyrics :)
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
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| 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, I called on hoes But not no mo' though, I get around in a tinted out fo' do' And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang Don't fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love Razor blade to the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs gone And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the butter Because after that, all the god damn bud gone I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a bubbler Mama said that, it would it be days like this But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like this Or click me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like this That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones To break a nigga bones, but never be stones and sticks I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul Finally, I found me
[Hook - 2x] Man fuck, finally I found me Man fuck you hoes, I found me
[Z-Ro] I use to be a cool cat Now a victim of the blues cat I got tired of motherfuckers, taking a nigga for granted All I got is my mind, I can't lose that I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind gone It ain't lost, cause I know where it's at Just on another level than boys, around here For the paper stack, cause I'ma go where it's at I sound like a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga) Damn though, some of y'all try to bo'gaurd Piss a nigga off and get that ass caught, late night On the backstreets, hollin' oh Lord It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed Because, I don't give a damn no more Niggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck you hoes Finally, I found me
[Trae] It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang changed I just peeped the game, and these niggaz be shife Over the years, I seen a lot of niggaz turn fake Riding thick on the cool, and then I have to erase You see me and the Maab, done learned without a thang Man most of these niggaz, be around for the fame It ain't no more love, therefor if you ain't kin And if you get up in mine, you gon meet your end I'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourself And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask You better stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that I think you better get back, and shut the fuck up For you straight step off, and get fucked up Nigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts So don't come around now bitch When you showed everybody, all kinds of love And I ain't got none left, didn't nobody wanna care How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone till I meet my death Everybody we was cool with, fuck you too And everybody who was hating us, fuck you too It just took a little time, for me to find myself And that's why we getting rich off ourself
[Hook - 2x]
[Z-Ro] Better watch your back, and identify yourself Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every weapon I pack, fuck around and fr-fry yourself A punk ass patty melt, no remorses gon be felt When I be dealing, with a less than G individual Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be felt I never did trust no bitch, and I don't trust no nigga Fuck all of my associates, but in a life of a life This motherfucker like me, you get what you suppose to get Pussy in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead And I smoke, one of these old busted up ass hoes Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one deep And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know Coming around my neck of the woods, is a no-no Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor blade And the reason, I wear long sleeves Y'all can't help me, I don't want your help I just want some, leave me alone I don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets Bitch, just leave me to roam Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a damn If I get one in my dome, fuck you dealing Y'all don't understand my zone, finally I found me
[Hook - 4x]
(*talking*) This Ridgemont 4 forever, Z-Ro The motherfucking Crooked, know I'm saying I ain't having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets You know I'm saying, so send the hoes to another Nigga, you feel me, it's 2K1 bitch, forever Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't going nowhere Still chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap
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| Seems like today everyone was talkin about concerts n shit and or prom.
No one at my school even no's the orginator of screw music yet they
play swisherhouse. IF SCREW DIDNT DO IT, ITS NOT A SCREW TAPE BITCHES
if i hear about pat green again ima shoot some one. he sucks like all
of the country music right now. just like all the rap and pop n
bullshit that i constantly hear on the radio. i swear to god if i hear
one more mutherfucker talk about micheal watts fat ass trash music and
his peice of shit dj skills. ima slap someone, swishahouse sucks. quit
askin me, i will not download u a copy of the mike jones album quit
askin me. no the only screwed and chopped music i listen to is by dj
screw. not a fatt ass sweaty cd table usin bastards. i will wreck him
set the date. - ok vented, not
all your g-unit lil jon usher mike jones micheal watts swishahouse
trill ville krunk krunk bull lickin piece of shit non talent havin ass
master p clone rap music sucks slopped n chopped bullshit. quit playin
it around town. if i hear still tippin again when i pull up at a light
ima lose my goddamned mind. the song sucks. it sucked when it came out
last year. i dont wanna hear about pat green, and when i turn on the
radio i dont wanna here some wanna here rnb b2k bump n grind homo ass
shit music like i always do.
if u wanna hear screwed n chopped turn on DJ Scerw. not micheal watts
if u wanna hear soul, al green, isley brothers, curtis mayfield and the impressions. not frankie j or b2k
if u wanna hear real rap then turn on illmatic. not lil jon and usher and ludacris
if u wanna hear country turn on Johnny Cash. SHIT not fuckin Chixe Dicks
Yall's music suck
and some of yall need to stop goin to salvation army to get yall's
clothes. shit is tackey. i no yall can afford some american eagle like
the rest of the school. the amout of
"emo/gothic/lonley/dyke/homosexual/punk" kids at the school amazes me.
i cant wait to get out of CHS. o yeah and fuck prom
if i spend over 69.99 on a girl for one losuey dj'n music havin dress
wearin shit night. there better be some tippin and im not talkin bout
change. prom sucks, face it, half yall got shit faced and ended up
masterbating that night. quit makin for yall's parents pay for your
whole night.
on a lighter note, the z-ro cd came out today finally
o yea and my cell phone is no longer a number yall can call its a 2way now, if yall want me cell phone number im me.
o yea and walker quit tellin everyone u raced me in that piece of shit
camero, that thing is running sp rich on a stock motor it burns when im
riding behind it, and if ur gonna talk shit about me n my car, dont say
it around my gf. im runnin over 300hp with a 350, and your over here
with your goddamned taillight fallin off cappin. i tryd to race u
before and u wouldnt do it. and gerald was gonna be in the car with me
too. and we know he will add more than 100 pounds... when we i get my
454 in well even see how much more my car will run circles around your
rusted bucket dipped in black paint. we never raced and you never won.
quit tellin lies. ask alex if what he thinks the chances of you beating
me are...
im done venting. and if u dont like it you can suck my dick
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| its been a while since i wrote in here
little has changed
got my exhaust
flowmaster 40's (orignal) and a X pipe custome made comin out ractive tips
and i installed some HID's cortesy of daniel hong today, took a good
while to figure out the head lights, but they are bright as hell, i
doubt they are legal, but the box was in all japanese or some
shit, so fuck it...
alot of shit is comin along with the car
im thinkin i mite slab it out on brabus block's soon, cuz my tires are
low or still go with the classic car look n put it on some KMC SS's or
Just some fat 19's with a lip in the back and run thinner in the front.
its wutever
a cop pulled me over tonite, (guess which one) and said he liked my car
and told me to slow down, let me go, then i lost my fuckin keys in
michelles house...
:(
just got back from a weak, i mean week in alabama, shit sucked
im glad to be home. skeet skeet bitches
o yea and karianne if u keep honkin at me in flickin me offbaglggba just dont do it...
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| Tonight was crazy
spent all day with michelle
made my day lol
got my car parts appriased *spell check*
i got to c Alex's 5.0 and 05 Mustangs
then had surgery
then back wit michelle
just got home from michelles
these coppell police are bitches, they fallowed me untill i lost them
i swear to god cops in copp-hell got nothing better to do than fallow tinted rides..
but tonite was crazy  
Artist: Trae f/ Z-Ro, Shyna Album: Same Thing Different Day Song: Let Me Live My Life [Hook: Shyna] Let me live my life, y'all know y'all ain't right Niggas be so shife, I'm trying to maintain Let me live my life, y'all know y'all ain't right Niggas be so shife, can I do one thang [Trae] I see these niggas never satisfied, fucking with Trae Everywhere that I go, these haters wanna put me away But that's gon be a hell of a job, I'm a mad dude that's ignant by nature Whether Trae or Frasier, don't come at me wrong cause I'll blaze you Fraud is what I rate you, when you turn to my foe Ain't no second guessing or stressing, we ain't homies no mo' The only true friend I got, is God himself If you ain't him, you ought to think about guarding yourself I can't be letting niggas take me off my game, I'm trying to be sane And if I lose it, I'll introduce you to pain I don't really think, you wanna take it there I'll show you the meaning, of life is hard but it's fair Deep inside should I care, prolly not cause they don't wanna let me live But if I'm rich on top, I bet these niggas wanna let me give So I bled the smart way, living life all alone Cause these haters got me ready, to slap the side of they dome [Hook] [Z-Ro] Lately the devil been riding my back, while a nigga sleeping So much negativity around me, I attract demons In the form, of a fine ass bitch sometime Who only purpose, is to get me for my nickels and dimes Interrupting my lavish, living with a 2-11 Will run up on Z-Ro, 1-8-7 (May day, may day), you about to witness my AK spray You look tired, let me help you sleep your life away Nigga let me, live my life Nothing but drama, what these busters give my life and I just can't rest Got me depending on doja, to relieve my stress Sometime I wonder if a nigga really blessed, cause I'm still here But I haven't lost my faith, my Lord I still fear Even though everyday, one of my people get killed here I'ma keep on mashing, toward the ribbon in the sky All I wanna do, is live until I die [Hook] [Trae] The way it look to me, is they got too much time on they hands To be worried about my life, and how I'm getting it man You need to get your ass a hobby, and get off of my back Before you react the wrong way, and make me attack you ain't cut out for that Cause half the shit I lived in my life, you ain't ready fo' I told you befo', you haters need to let it go I keep it real too much, to let the devil do me in I'm a child of God, with a fully loaded Mack 10 Trying to get out of my sins, and to maintain But it's like every thirty minutes, it's the same thang Hate me for what, it's like I'm already stuck with a hard life All my niggas that are gone, and the others that turned shife I can't live without you hating, so I feel like I'm forced To get em gone and it's ugly, when applying my force And I don't think you wanna know, what I can give But I'ma give it anyway, until they let me live [Hook]

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