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I Found Me Lyrics

by Z-Ro

f/ Trae



Man fuck y'all..



[Z-Ro]

Nigga fuck all y'all

Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes

If I needed a ride, I called on niggaz

If I wanted some ass, I called on hoes

But not no mo' though, I get around in a tinted out fo' do'

And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang

Don't fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love

Razor blade to the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood

This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz

Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs

When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs gone

And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the butter

Because after that, all the god damn bud gone

I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a bubbler

Mama said that, it would it be days like this

But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this

Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like this

Or click me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like this

That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch

And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones

To break a nigga bones, but never be stones and sticks

I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode

And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul

Finally, I found me



[Hook - 2x]

Man fuck, finally I found me

Man fuck you hoes, I found me



[Z-Ro]

I use to be a cool cat

Now a victim of the blues cat

I got tired of motherfuckers, taking a nigga for granted

All I got is my mind, I can't lose that

I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind gone

It ain't lost, cause I know where it's at

Just on another level than boys, around here

For the paper stack, cause I'ma go where it's at

I sound like a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga)

Damn though, some of y'all try to bo'gaurd

Piss a nigga off and get that ass caught, late night

On the backstreets, hollin' oh Lord

It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed

Because, I don't give a damn no more

Niggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck you hoes

Finally, I found me



[Trae]

It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang changed

I just peeped the game, and these niggaz be shife

Over the years, I seen a lot of niggaz turn fake

Riding thick on the cool, and then I have to erase

You see me and the Maab, done learned without a thang

Man most of these niggaz, be around for the fame

It ain't no more love, therefor if you ain't kin

And if you get up in mine, you gon meet your end

I'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourself

And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand

If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask

You better stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass

It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that

I think you better get back, and shut the fuck up

For you straight step off, and get fucked up

Nigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts

So don't come around now bitch

When you showed everybody, all kinds of love

And I ain't got none left, didn't nobody wanna care

How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone till I meet my death

Everybody we was cool with, fuck you too

And everybody who was hating us, fuck you too

It just took a little time, for me to find myself

And that's why we getting rich off ourself



[Hook - 2x]



[Z-Ro]

Better watch your back, and identify yourself

Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every weapon

I pack, fuck around and fr-fry yourself

A punk ass patty melt, no remorses gon be felt

When I be dealing, with a less than G individual

Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be felt

I never did trust no bitch, and I don't trust no nigga

Fuck all of my associates, but in a life of a life

This motherfucker like me, you get what you suppose to get

Pussy in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead

And I smoke, one of these old busted up ass hoes

Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one deep

And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know

Coming around my neck of the woods, is a no-no

Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please

Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe

That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor blade

And the reason, I wear long sleeves

Y'all can't help me, I don't want your help

I just want some, leave me alone

I don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets

Bitch, just leave me to roam

Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a damn

If I get one in my dome, fuck you dealing

Y'all don't understand my zone, finally I found me



[Hook - 4x]



(*talking*)

This Ridgemont 4 forever, Z-Ro

The motherfucking Crooked, know I'm saying

I ain't having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets

You know I'm saying, so send the hoes to another

Nigga, you feel me, it's 2K1 bitch, forever

Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't going nowhere

Still chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap