Talkin’ Down On Me

[Z-Ro:]
Since I be rollin' by myself, I keep that bitch Nina with me
And If you my enemy, you don't wanna be the last nigga that seen her with me
Z-Ro haters be makin' my attitude, rude
Fuck around & get stole on, if you fuck-up my moves
Dude, finally I found myself, I had to stop blowin' that kick 'em
'Cause eventually I would've drowned myself
Already need a anger management class
See if a buster cross me, it don't matter the situation I damage his ass
Soldier that's what I be.
So bitch, why you tryin' to play me like a H O E?
Turn me loose so I can make it to the T O P
It's like I'm in a bucket full of C R A B's, but I keep climbin'
And I keep on rhymin' while they be bumpin' they gums
Lookin' at my diamonds whinin' & blindin' no dumpin' they guns
'Cause they can't see me, bitch I'm invisible to the hate
Thugged off in my kitchen, cuttin' chemicals in my cakes.

[Chorus:]
Talkin' Down On Me from a safe place, now I'm in your face.
What you gon' do now?
Barrettas & Ruga's on my person, they would do ya if I burst 'em.
What you gon' do now?
Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops, if you trespass.
You done fucked-up now.
No bustin' in the sky 1st one through your thigh, 2nd ones a chest blast.
I done lucked you out now.

[Z-Ro:]
Niggas be cool in my face, but hate behind my back
Talk Down On Me in front of me, but not behind my gat
I bet you won't do that, I bet you scared of that iron
Perpetratin' like you a gorilla, sellin' drinks in line
You ain't never seen the Pen nigga, the penitentiary
They talk rehabilitation, but look at what it did to me
I smoke more & sip more than ever before
Muthafuckers be on my nerves, so I lean on that dro
Tryin' to keep on droppin' a bomb on the bitch-made
Don't be lookin' surprised, y'all made it this way
I got a Vendetta with lifts, that be tryin' to sink me
Sendin' police after me & tryin' to link me
To aggravated robbery & strong-arm jackin'
Tryin' to throw me off my note, so I can't do no stackin'
Johnny Cochran over lawyer got me out on bail
Lookin' for niggas that was plottin' on receivin' my mail.

[Chorus:] [x2]
Talkin' Down On Me from a safe place, now I'm in your face.
What you gon' do now?
Barrettas & Ruga's on my person, they would do ya if I burst 'em.
What you gon' do now?
Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops, if you trespass.
You done fucked-up now.
No bustin' in the sky first one through your thigh, 2nd ones a chest blast.
I done lucked you out now.

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