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Facts of Life

Ghetto Mafia

Draw the Line [Remastered Classic Street Hits]

to pack your steel
I can remember sellin rocks on the fuckin hill
I steady keep it cause I'm silent
Because these niggas in the street 
All they thinkin

many po-pos in these streets
So I hit the highway, on my way to the beach
I got the cream, you got the peach
Yeah that's true
By the end of the night,

vein
Keep them wolves on his back like he Grizzly Adams
I get rejected by a chick, I throw my whiskey at 'em
Your best friend will curse you out like,

ain't doing nothing wrong (nah nah)
Just gotta keep it G witchu like Al Capone
Ima doggy dog, I chase the kitty yeah I chase the bone
In the middle

can't leave any foot prints
Taught em a lot and gave em good hints
Grew in the streets but don't wanna be a hood prince
At least leave it mentally I be

the back wheels out, spin its back wheels Out
360 circle pop a wheelie stick ya wheel out
Urban street riders keep on flying down the highway riding front

Turnin' my phone off, you gotta find me by a blood hound
And I don't smoke nor drink when I'm workin' on these beats
I gotta lock in 100 percent, charge it

now supplyin' streets

Wake up time to collect
Niggas comin' short I guess it's time to finesse
I was in the court tryin' to ball with no net
When

gotta lope
As they croak I see myself in the pistal smoke fool
I'm the kinda G that little homies want to be like
On my knees in the night, saying

act
Or creap thru the streets with my seats layed back
Or now I'm the versatile tile
They keep it to my now, my made style is runnin wild
I run with

And your daughters, well your here now
Nothing to fear now except for deer, cows
And racist beliefs that are taken to the streets
Please don't mistake them

tryna be my little freak
'Cause I'm a beast on the beats, streets and in the sheets
Lookin' at me I know you thinkin' how would it be
If you were next

I be that throwed ass chicano off the streets of the Nuevo
mayne they can't get on my level 'cause I kill the bass and the treble
I'm a super producer

girls on Mystique
I never got hit by a stray
Yeah, I thank God
We ain't play in the street
(Did not)
Now who getting caught up wit Crossfiyah
I told 'em

All Night Long

Z-Ro

I Found Me, Vol. 2

2016

City Don, got a cottage by the barn
Automatic gauges vicious dogs roaming the lawn
You got to worry about nothing except for keeping me happy
And if

vibratin' cause my bullet keep comin' out
Puttin' in work a nigga said by jar
While I'm trippin' and sendin' Slobs to the morgue (ahaha)
Elm Street
Just got

Creepin'

Z-Ro

I Found Me, Vol. 2

2016

a bitch nigga, try to tun up on me
I'm coming after your camp, me and my O.G. Darrel Burton
Thirty odd beam on the drive card, that there gon have em

the devil
I hang me a nigga
I'm cool by myself I ain't hanging wit niggas
Police snatch me up I'm not naming a nigga
I don't got the time to be hatin

I'll come for you if you come for me
G I brought myself to high for you to put the ground on me
So just know if you put me down a hundred niggas down for

These Ni**as Ain't Real

Big Tuck

Purple Hulk

2004

real, I'ma show 'em the definition
Reputation of a asshole by nature, the truth is what niggaz missing
I'm gon expose some niggaz out here what the deal,

needed, don't mean to sound conceited
But I'm the hottest in these streets
And these beats I been lacing gon' have them feening(Gon' have 'em feening)

the pause start (paws start)
To make a hallmark need a crowbar and Hang em by the M of the Walmart make it wall art
Cause I feel just like flight eleven cause

Pimp On

Z-Ro

Look What You Did to Me

1998

got to be wondering around, in the streets
Got to feet my feet, when I steel sweets
on a solo creep, nothing but a thug
Should of drove to them hoes,

my sisters and my brothers out so countlessly 
1 shot 2 shot 3 then he down to sleep
5 shot 6 shot he bleeding flooding out the street
7 to brain then