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artist
Z-Ro
Made
4839
Hip-Hop/Rap
Made è stato pubblicato il 16 settembre 2008 da Rap-A-Lot come parte dell'album Crack
album cover
AlbumCrack
Data di uscita16 settembre 2008
EtichettaRap-A-Lot
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM72

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Z-Ro
Z-Ro
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph W. McVey
Joseph W. McVey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bigg Tyme
Bigg Tyme
Producer
J. Moses
J. Moses
Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]
Ever since my early teens, I've been a loc on these streets
Gold is for two four, I go for broke on these streets
My flow is a young Mike Tyson when he hit on ****
And even when I'm countin' off I still spit on ****
No super friends, I smoke purple stuff alone in my room
That kush made me leave my body, I was gone in my room
Mad swangas, to mono blocks, I switch cars like socks
Either it's somethin' with the roof missin' or a hard white top
[Verse 2]
Remember me? I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes
Now what they spend on a house, I blow on designer glasses
Even without a platinum plaque, this ain't cappin'
Just tellin' you what my life is like, so this ain't rappin'
Don't you ever tell the captain that my money ain't right
I may have to pay money, to spray money, 'cause money ain't right
No more for throwin' no bodies, so I can stand on these streets
I got an army behind me 'cause I'm the man on these streets
[Verse 3]
That's right
That's right (Hey!)
That's right
That's right (Hey!)
That's right
That's right (Hey!)
That's right
I get my motherfuckin' money (Hey!)
[Verse 4]
That's right
That's right (Hey!)
That's right
That's right (Hey!)
That's right
That's right (Hey!)
That's right
I get my motherfuckin' money, fuckin' money (Hey!)
[Verse 5]
I did some time locked down, but now I'm back on these streets
Here to save y'all from all this wack rap on these streets
I left y'all but I'm still livin', provin' I wasn't dead
If you wonder why I'm out early, my lawyer got his bread
Much love to my industry homies who didn't forget about me
Paul Wall, Pimp C, and my partner Fliperacci
[Verse 6]
But since I do business with Rap-a-lot, the feds watch me
But I'm like Shaq up under the backboards, they can't stop me
When I was hustlin', no police could find a rock near me
Now that I ain't hustlin', they can see all of my rocks clearly
These folders ain't for smokers, these are for Joseph
Known to get you in the club free, and make women want to get closer
Homie, don't get it twisted 'cause you see me on a poster
You disrespect me, the magnum come out the holster, like it's supposed to
[Verse 7]
Like a force, man on these streets
And if they do, don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm the man on these streets
I'm a hitman, whatever I'm aimin' at I hit, man
And after I hit her, she can't stand up without a kickstand
Not a special kind of fool, just hit her with the mule
Yeah she fine, but if she set me up I'll hit her with the tool
I got a daughter to raise, I ain't tryin' to leave
Plus all this money I'm makin', you think I ain't tryin'a breathe
Inhale, exhale, now that's better
Over eight hundred thousand independent, now that's cheddar
[Verse 8]
That's right
That's right (Hey!)
That's right
That's right (Hey!)
That's right
That's right (Hey!)
That's right
I get my motherfuckin' money (Hey!)
[Verse 9]
That's right
That's right (Hey!)
That's right
That's right (Hey!)
That's right
That's right (Hey!)
That's right
I get my motherfuckin' money, fuckin' money (Hey!)
Written by: Z-Ro

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