Z-Ro All Night Lyrics

Screwed Up Click Representa' Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Does It Matter? (skit) (intro)
  • 2 Real
  • 3 Gorilla
  • 4 Life
  • 5 Gotta Let Go (skit)
  • 6 U Gotta Let Go
  • 7 Tha Third Coast
  • 8 Plex
  • 9 H.A.T.E.
  • 10 Southside Can't Stop
  • 11 All Night
  • 12 How Does It Feel
  • 13 Freestyle
  • 14 My Sermon
  • 15 S.U.C. 4 Life
  • 16 Maintain
  • 17 Final Curtain Call
  • f/ Reesa

    [Chorus: Reesa & Z-Ro]
    Up all night, up all day
    Up all night up all day
    See some of us trying to get paid

    I had to keep from going under, like Stevie I Wonder
    Thinking hard, running out of places to lay my head got me drinking hard liquor
    Still a go killer, should I rely on my skills
    In the mist of poverty it must be the straight up get to an ending peal off
    Recognizing the drama offense of living in my life
    Got to go get it and come back with it until it's prison in my life
    Born struggling, a nigga acheived his bubbling
    The fact that I can't get no job can't do nothing but rub it in
    20 years old, I was screaming I would reach 25
    Now 24 and still no dough I started struggle and strive
    I was a Bridgemont hardhead, yellow and purple repper
    And never let another nigga check us, nigga that was low yet
    Use to live with Z-Ro all in your deck
    But back in 1995 I would of been all in your chest
    With a pistol grip punk giving up for you gone die tonight
    Since I'm going through the bitch that more for the night, come off the ice

    [Chorus - 4x]
    Up all night day, up all day
    See some of us trying to get paid

    Back in the doghouse, the love I give nigga my cellmate said
    You reach your freedom when you die but if you rapping single bread
    Already knowing I'm throwed when my pen is pimping
    Having visions of me in a V-12 motor corners my benz bending
    Straight down to the T I'd have a ?
    I promise I'll do it right this time wait till the g get free
    If I could make the jail house all of that Mo-Town live
    When I ain't T.W. to the free the rap game is mine soon as I get signed off
    Lock, a thug nigga fresh out the jail house
    Still addicted to hustling attempted to pull my steel out
    Show me the money, I'm gone show what you need
    Half a ticket and a half-a-gallon and a quarter ounce of weed
    I'm your mama I'm your daddy I'm that nigga in the alley
    That when I go straight, but the prices be so cheap in the valley
    I had to keep my mind right and keep my rhymes tight
    Praying to god I wouldn't lose my freedom or my life before the limelight

    [Chorus - 4x]

    Motherfucking all night, I put the heat to the dro, pass the lighter
    Hitting stage till my vision gets brighter
    Remember poverty, it ain't a part of the plan
    Cause while I'm on the corner hustling with work in my hand
    Like a super star selling rocks, because the stage becomes a block
    But my plot is put my trust up in my glock
    Z-Ro the ghetto rap versus the world but could I lose
    But even though I'm still paying dues, I'm still the last man standing
    With a mad cannon ready to bust
    Look how I did after I left that nigga dead in the dust
    Cause I'ma ride when it's time to ride strictly for cash
    I'm doing bad so I'm leaning on a beam and a mask
    A Mo-City nigga, we don't know how to show pity nigga
    Sold up your block and take over your whole city nigga
    Me and Skinny Garaw, we at your front door
    Aggravated cause it's tough on the pole

    [Chorus - 4x]

    (Reesa vocalizing)

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