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В рубрике: Тексты песен — 25.09.2012

[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
All my niggas stay alive in this dirty game.
Niggas workin' 9 to 5 in this dirty game.
But all my niggas gone survive in this dirty game.
Because we pack a 45 in this dirty game.

[Z-Ro:]
Everyday my mind is set on money makin' ways.
Even kick in doors, I can't be broke in money makin' days.
I can't get no job in a white man's world that's why I live so raw.
I can't watch my children starve homeboy so watch me break the law.

[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
All my niggas stay alive in this dirty game.
Niggas workin' 9 to 5 in this dirty game.
But all my niggas gone survive in this dirty game.
Because we pack a 45 in this dirty game.

[Z-Ro:]
Ramon noodles, TV dinners ain't no way to live.
Rather be holdin' slab while grabbin' grain rollin' airport load for sive.
In the streets of Houston Texas hustlers livin' in the cuts.
On a mission chasin' paper got no time for gold diggin' hoes get off my nuts.

[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
All my niggas stay alive in this dirty game.
Niggas workin' 9 to 5 in this dirty game.
But all my niggas gone survive in this dirty game.
Because we pack a 45 in this dirty game.

[Z-Ro:]
I'm turnin' suicidal in my older age, this game'll freeze you to death.
And everyday I face the coldest stage.
Tell me does every nigga that's thuggin' got to struggle to bubble.
And so I'm ready to laugh successfully you don't want no trouble.
'Cause I'm livin' more rugged than rougher than the rockiest road.
I'm paranoid for life, got to keep a glock in the load.
Am I addicted to caine? You watch me tootin' lines.
Could it be a nigga that's hard to locate is somebody you could find?
Z-Ro, certified platinum on a million dollar paper chase.
Pullin' up next to the police & blowin' this weed in they face.
But they try to blow my high when I'm on this hyper toilikin' weed.
But I'm gonna slice skills with hands that'll make you vomit & bleed
Auntie be worryin' about me so I'm tryin' to get her to smile.
But I know she know I'm wanted dead or alive.
Got to keep my mind on my money makin' maneuvers 'cause my hustle is strong.
Alot of fools get lazy now they hustle is gone.
But I'm a hustler for life.

[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
All my niggas stay alive in this dirty game.
Niggas workin' 9 to 5 in this dirty game.
But all my niggas gone survive in this dirty game.
Because we pack a 45 in this dirty game.

[Z-Ro talkin':]
Nigga hell yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?
Bridgemont Texas baby, comin' straight at you!
Muthafuckin' 19 90 muthafuckin' 7!
For real we ain't even gon' play with you nigga!
We comin' so muthafuckin' real!
Bridge man hustlers on the corner sellin' cheese!
Tryin' to stack G's, got to pay my muthafuckin' bills nigga!
Can you understand me? I'm a forever be a hustlin' nigga!
A hustler for real! I wouldn't even bullshit with you!
I'm tellin' you for real niggas goin' down in this bitch!
Bridgemore Entertainment, Afterlife Productions is comin' down nigga!
You can't feel us, you can't stop us, fuck around & get, man hold up man!
Man you fuck around & get mashed on for real! We comin' around this bitch!
For self Bridgemont, we hustlers for life nigga, straight 4 for life, nigga!
Mo' City, man hold up!


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