- Votes:
- Composers:
- Skip Scarborough
- Bill Withers
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- dirty south
- h town
- rap
- southern hip hop
 
- See also:
Z-Ro - Love Ain't Live lyrics
[Talking:]
 Z-Ro the Crooked, AKA King of Da Ghetto
 Representing Assholes By Nature
 [Z-Ro:]
 I always been a soldier, but I never did look for no wars
 I walk with God, but I still receive bruises and scars
 Everybody was shitting on me, for no reason
 Couldn't wait to get my money right, and finally get even
 Remember when I pushed the canary colors, with a pocket full of lint
 Booster cables was necessary, for everywhere I went
 Sold dope for a minute, till my nigga start snitching
 Guess they didn't wanna see a nigga, get money out the kitchen
 'Fore my mama died (mama said), people gonna hate ya
 Cause they can't do what you doing, cause they women wanna date ya
 Be ready for it, it's gon happen all day long
 If everybody got love for ya, you doing some'ing wrong
 That's why I strive to please Z-Ro, keep my money on the low
 Cause if my friends try to get me, they gotta go
 You can hate me all you want, cause I'ma use it for my good
 Thanks for helping me, to make it out the hood
 [Hook: x2]
 This one is to my real niggaz, that hate me every single day
 Because of you, I make the world pay
 Ain't got no love for nothing that got love for me, cause love ain't live
 They don't love me, they love my nickels and dimes
 [Z-Ro:]
 Everytime I pray to God, I ask him to forgive me for all my flaws
 But I'm paranoid, I can't keep my pistol out my drawas
 Seem like everytime I move, somebody watching me
 But still I continue to pay my dues, it ain't no stopping me
 Till I'm satisfied, until then I'm left to ride till it's overZ-Ro - Love Ain't Live - http://motolyrics.com/z-ro/love-aint-live-lyrics.html
 But I travel with no passengers, you can't ride if you ain't doja
 I don't even trust myself, so where you think you stand with me
 Fuck everybody, I feel like everybody out to get me
 If it ain't so, tell me why I live like this
 Po' than a motherfuckers, but I still give like I'm rich
 I promise trying to make it to heaven, is hard as hell
 Especially now, when all I receive is pictures and mail
 Motherfuckers was plotting on me, just to get me out the way
 You them ride or die niggaz, I use to fuck with everyday
 I appreciate y'all, for turning your backs
 Once I was alone, all my poverty turned into stacks
[Hook x2]
 [Z-Ro:]
 If you look me in my eyes, you will find no emotion
 The reason why I pass my homies up, and keep on coasting
 Cause life has been hard, and they ain't make it no better
 Making a mockery out of Joseph McVey, for lack of cheddar
 But now I make the world, pay me jewels and riches
 Remember when I gave a fuck, about you niggaz and bitches
 But when I was doing bad, I couldn't get up out the pit's hand
 Couldn't even spend the night, when I didn't have a spot to live in
 I barely had enough scratch, for a dime sack and a cigar
 To the world, I was just another nothing ass nigga
 But I made it out the ghetto, in the nick of time
 Right before I let my Z-Ro haters, see me lose my mind
 It's a different ball game, now I'm in the major leagues
 No longer have to be dreaming, just to see me play with G's
 I know my haters, can't stand me
 Cause everyday they homeboys and homegirls jam me, I'm loving it
[Hook x2]











