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Z-Ro - Wonder If I'm Blessed lyrics
(*talking*)
 Dear Lord, this is your boy Bam
 Can't nobody do what you done done God
 One of the ghetto graduates, three men in here
 Ready to deliver, number one, all they internal sins
 On pen and paper, and right now, they fin to let
 You know how it is, it's a chance, God bless us
 Allah, you number one
 [Wood]
 Well it's my return, and I've been gone for too long
 I'm in a different state of mind, yeah Wood is in the zone
 Demonstrate the arsenal head shots, with red dots and wet spots
 Soaking shirts up, till my churf up with red spots
 Bag of leaves and the chronic trees, South Texas ki's and let you weed
 They jacking leaves for cake and cheese, I make the G's and you may believe
 Shouldn't wish up on your clover leaf, wishing up on a star
 Losing my memory behind a bar, all I want is drank out the jar
 Locked in the Penn talking back to the guards, shooting the kite
 Taking the back of my broad, pulling a candy Lac in my yard
 Strapped up talking back to you boys, I'm armed alarmed and informed
 And I'm hollin' on my own, for the rings to the pawn
 Gotta pass up the coin, to the Tre where I was born
 Wood, and I'm hot as a fire place, in a eskimo's house
 You get the, you get the, you get the splinters in your mouth
 Quinbrown my hardest hood close to downtown, round for round
 And pound for pound, I'm making you bitch boys bow down
 [Chorus]
 I've been waiting patiently
 I wonder if a nigga's really blessed, cause I'm still here
 Niggas steady, hating me
 I wonder if a nigga's really blessed, cause I'm still here
 I've been waiting patiently
 I wonder if a nigga's really blessed, cause I'm still here
 Why does he forsaken me
 I wonder if a nigga's really blessed
 [Chill]
 It ain't my fault, my Lord please forgive me for staticZ-Ro - Wonder If I'm Blessed - http://motolyrics.com/z-ro/wonder-if-im-blessed-lyrics.html
 But I had that line in my T.V., and being broke and don't have it
 I'm playing a deadly game of chess, over rugers and vests
 Ride on hollow tips when I'm spitting, still into the flesh
 Thug wounds got me paranoid, tattooed and scarred
 Running away from the fraud, hiding behind tint in the car
 I'm blowing sweet after sweet, real niggas in her feel me
 Surrand wrapping the duffle bag, swang bitching to bust me
 I'm bout my paper, my Lord please don't let it be in vein
 I got a son two little girls, and they got hustle in they vein
 Kamikaze with an infrared, scoping my mind
 Puffing on lime swinging on 20's, bumping low on the ground
 Satellite shaking bitches, putting cameras on cords
 Puff the yay and pass the weed, cause everybody love marijuana
 I'ma slap for you nigga, two hundred fifty on concrete
 Moved patiently and silently, you dialing nigga
[Chorus]
 [Z-Ro]
 I watch my life pass me by, in the blink of an eye
 Another stick of fry, cause the regular weed no longer get me high
 Popping extasy like Aspirin, come down a nigga block blasting
 You don't wanna meet that reaper nigga, you hoes come off my cash man
 I'm trying to keep it holy, this thug life keep calling my name
 Every now and then I take a loss, but see that's all in the game
 Look at what you did to me, I'm free but I'm still living on lie
 Everyday it's one mo' murder, one mo' partna that drop
 I wonder if the sun shines on the other side
 Cause I bet my mama ain't seen a rainy day, since she died
 I'm a living legend still in the flesh, automatic assault rifle and a vest
 Cause my partnas try to put me to rest
 So I treat my pistol like a queen, as I fiend for the green
 And I never put anyone before my bitch, I'm jealous as I service my beam
 A murdering team, forgive me for my sins O'Lord
 But I'm trying to make it, cause this ghetto life is so hard
[Chorus]
(*talking*)









