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Z-Ro - Final Curtain Call lyrics
f/ Bettye Sterling, Pup (talking) I could feel it, ain't no more thinking bout The sun gone shine [Z-Ro] Dj Screw, Fat Mafio, and Gator are gone I want to be strong but lately the pain won't leave me alone For myself, crawl down and get away from this drama No understanding by my father can't even talk to my mama Got the world on my shoulders and it's too heavy to hold Thinking suicide, but that won't be too good for my soul Started out as a christian but sinning took over my mind Time after time just for show that I resort to the crime Where my real niggas at, the ones I helped in the past Now that I'm doing bad and I ain't got no cash to make me laugh I done got you where I want but holler if I roll They want to know how many big faces a Mo City don fold Want to jack me when I'm through and do my niggas for life It's deja vue for me to be face to face with triggers tonight I know your bad movs are swift really soon I'll be gone Now try to cover up together just want some love before I'm gone Still thinking of best free, no better person on the planet Steady be driving away people I love and I can't understand it God damn it how can I love without loving myself Having visions of me pulling the trigger slugging myself I done went from rags to riches, riches to rags now I'm stuck Plus my boo is acting nautios because I'm bout to truck And I ain't did nothing, when I grab something and start dumping Ain't got no time for pussy just pimping a pen and bumping On the hottest block, making sure the bills stay paid Pick it up and drop it now flossing until I'm down in the grave When it happen let it happen cause I won't bust back Retaliation from busters trying to get they nuts back I take it like a man, knowing I gave this life my all No more hooks, no more verses this is my final curtain call (Chorus: Bettye Sterling) After the rain, after the rain I still feel the pain, feel the pain My final curtain call, asking y'all Let me pray for my dogs, all of y'all [Pup] Living a thug life in blood it's like hell at home So many cops around my hood it's like jail at home But still I roam, on the block, with a pocket full of sweets So much sales, so much smoke I got to get lifted out my feet Cause if I wasn't some of y'all niggas would be dead round here And pull par, we give you hot lead round here And niggas scared round here, cause I'm a natural born killer Ridgemont gorilla give you more chills than thrillers I'm bone hard, you better open up your chest at will The only investment that I receive was a talented deal This life is real, and it ain't having no mercy man So you still struggle seem like a nigga be thirsty for pain I'm going insane, but to maintain it's really the key But it's hard to do that when these hoe niggas is pressuring me It ain't no lecture in me, I'm gone remain a g This for weed, come to port that's for P-U-P cause I'm a (Chorus - 2x) |
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