Z-Ro Play No Games Lyrics

King of tha Ghetto: Power Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Bud Sack
  • 2 I'm a Gangsta
  • 3 My Life
  • 4 Strugglin 2 Change
  • 5 Greed Vanity Lust
  • 6 Stayin Alive
  • 7 Going Down in the South
  • 8 It's Guaranteed
  • 9 Friends
  • 10 A Lovely Day
  • 11 Ride All Day and Night
  • 12 I'm a Murder'Ra
  • 13 M-16 (remix)
  • 14 Play No Games
  • Ya call yourself a hustler
    Thirty-years-old and still try'na move a fifty pack
    Little Honda Civic with big speakers in the back
    Me I'm still a hustler but my product is changed
    I went from selling crack cocaine to uncut Ro-cain
    This Ro gain ain't for receding hair line
    That means every dollar that come in front of me goin be mine
    Y'all arguing over corners, I'm taking over town
    So whatever I hustle I could never be out of bounds
    Out of five conrads they say they down with me
    Four want me dead but don't want me to take my fortunate in the ground with me
    Scheming they plot but don't even know what I got
    Cause whatever it is I'm doing I seem to have it on lock
    None of my baby mommas hated to see me come up
    Cause I took care of all the children when the times were tough
    That's what the real hustler do, bring the baking home
    Not try'na buy rims that cost more than the car that'cha put em on

    Y'all fellas ain't paid no dues
    Y'all just hustle for shoes and 22's
    Not taking care of your kids, y'all out there doing it big
    Like you got something to prove
    I know you think your the man, you got a lil fifty grand
    And think ya doing the food
    But what'cha can't understand is how money flowing in and out of my hands
    Cause I done paid my dues

    I remember when my hustle was the jack you
    Then exchange your property for some Benjamin's and some Andrew's
    Hell yeah I was loving it cause I was making my cheese
    But it didn't feel real good once it started happening to me
    I was reaping what I was sowing, that was that hater-ism
    I hated to see my pants pockets without some paper in em
    What'chall know about 72 from 9 in the week's time
    Without working with a weapon I was winning but what was mine
    Serious was the game I didn't play with it
    Even if the clu clux clan wanted to buy it, I was on the way with it
    I don't smoke crack it's to easy for me to sell
    But you hustle like Bill Clinton, you smoke it but don't inhale
    I was taking money to my Annium, they used to take care of me
    It was time for me to take care of them
    Unlike a brother that come up and forget about all his folks
    And be the main one try'na come back and kick it when he go broke


    Uh, It don't matter how much that, it don't matter how much for this
    Put it on my neck and my wrist
    White ones, red monkey's and a blue Meoshay's
    Got fifty people waiting just to do what Z-ro say
    King of the ghetto entertainment is the drug dealer
    City to city sending the story of a thug nigga
    My cup run it over and I'm thankful
    I won't do nothing hazardous just wish man go break bread with tazardous
    Greed, Vanity, Lust, the main three thangs that it'll make you end up in the dust
    Ya seven sins that women and men commit 24/7
    Ya better watch it or get 187
    Most of y'all just be talking loud begging for attention
    I ain't even gotta say nothing than I'm a name they won't forget to mention
    When I take my last breath, then I'm a part of the past
    Bury me upside down so all of y'all can kiss my ass
    I'm a hustler


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