cheddar! So all you mark ass nigga's get da fuck up outta dogde! Get ya life right with God, then if you want war let's go to war! It be a bunch of
da cheddar! So all you mark ass nigga's get da fuck up outta dogde! Get ya life right with God, then if you want war let's go to war! It be a bunch of
Jay-Z I'm Rosemary's baby [Chorus] [Eminem Talking] It is not about lyrics anymore It is not about lyrics anymore It's about a hot beat, a hot beat It
it then so be it cause nowadays these kids, jeez don't give a shit bout lyrics all they wanna hear is a beat and thats it long as they can go to the
gray. Niggas better go home if they tryin to play. I never do it, i never stop, its the young don might just cut off the top. Let em see the inside
You already know who it is nigga, 'King of Da Ghetto' It's a new day and time but shit It ain't all good but shit it ain't all bad no mo' either doe Y
time And it ain't no way that I'ma let it get by Ain't no lie, deep down inside Just to hold it close it wanna make me cry No mo' drama, likin no laws
everyone is fake How can I make it out the ghetto it won't let me go Seems like every time I do a good deed, good deeds never return to 'Ro I gave up
't barring Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign Said it like I said it, in the old school Some niggaz they be red, but Z-Ro blue I
if only for one Nah, niiight, niiight, niiight, niiiiiight Ahh one night, if only for one... niiiiiiiiight" [Chorus One: Z-Ro] + [Trae] [Z-Ro] I
[Z-Ro] Bout time, they opened up the do' for Z-Ro Cause I've been dropping hits, since ten years ago Trying to do it legal, and not slang yayo If
they stacking up I know, Z-Ro don't wanna go to the county jail no mo' But I know, you don't wanna be doing that It's either that or the graveyard
, ride out tonight [Z-Ro] Back in 1994, I use to hustle all the time Instead of a woman, Ro had making money on his mind Now it's 2000 and 3, and
though, shit fuck it We gon stay two deep in a fo' do' [Z-Ro] Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I
diamonds in my mouth [Z-Ro] Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go You niggaz'll never
[Chorus: Z-Ro] Catch me ridin' on them numbers Either four, five or six hundred Top down, lookin' for a head hunter If it's in a mob, she can't be my
[Chorus: Z-Ro] Nigga it don't stop, so keep on flippin your Glock Whether it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin
