It's A Shame Lyrics - Z-ro

(*talking*) 

Gotta make sure these words are understandable 

Cause it's a motherfucking shame, all these short 

Comings in the game, hoe ass niggas, hoe ass bitches 

Know I'm saying 

(Z-Ro) 

I'm still King of the Ghetto, ain't a damn thang changed 

Still sip out the prescription bottle, with hydro on my brain 

It help a nigga make it through the drama, swear to God 

I be feeling like busting heads, and relocate to the Bahamas 

But I don't wanna be a runaway, I love my block 

But I can't seem to put my gun away, friends be killing friends 

So I don't make no ends, with nobody I know 

Cause if nobody gets nervous, then nobody's gotta go 

That's the G-Code, and I will busting simply, then I will reload 

Sick of all of this gun bumping, from you people 

Turning a Christian into someone who is evil, Z-Ro 

Motherfuckers all up in my business, broadcasting my life 

Presidential Records suing Z-Ro, and his pockets ain't right 

Why they wanna spread rumors, bout Ro Dog 

Turn me to a menace to society like O-Dog 

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(Chorus) 

It's a shaa-aa-ame, the way they fuck around with my mind 

It's a shaa-aa-ame, the way they try to hurt me 

It's a shaa-aa-ame, the way they got me walking round with my nine 

Raised on game, a soldier that's showing no mercy 

(Z-Ro) 

When I wake up, I be wishing to find another way to make a living 

Baking a cake, back in the kitchen got my palms itching 

Scratch that with a fat stack, of Benjamin Franklin, y'all better 

Back back trying to get my stack, I got a black mack in a black backpack 

I know you jealous niggas, hate me cause I shine 

They know I be rolling one deep, trying to follow behind 

I gotta handle my business, by myself cause I'm alone 

Really nothing to live fo', no more wife no more kids at home 

Ain't that a shame, I'm losing everything I love 

When they fuck up its okay, but when it's me they hold a grudge 

You think I ain't know, you was fucking over Z-Ro 

With Lil' Shannon around the time, your vehicle was repoed 

My love for you was that of a mother, one I never had 

I know we could never be again, I'm forever sad 

But a hustler, gotta keep hustling 

Until then, I-10 drug smuggling 

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(Chorus) 

(Z-Ro) 

Sometimes I be wondering, if I'm ever gon make it 

Ducking and dodging poverty, am I ever gon shake it 

Every nigga I deal with, keeps saying they down 

Why my money be funny, everytime it be coming round 

I told him tell em 25 hundred, he told em three thousand 

Making me miss out on money, Sam gon witness me clowning 

When you give a nigga a inch, they try to take the whole ruler 

After my inches, nothing but the forty-four ruger 

Who am I, Z-Ro the Crooked I'm not a hoe 

But instead of busting your head, I'ma go on and let you go 

I'ma receive my blessing, better believe my weapon 

Is a first, from the basic instructions before leaving earth 

The bible, and if we follow it properly its survival 

We gotta listen sometimes, even though we wanna all shine 

And glisten sometimes, remember we on a heavenly mission sometimes 

(Chorus) 

(*talking*) 

One love to my motherfucking soldier niggas 

J-Pimp, my nigga Rice aka sliding up under something 

When they get outta line