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Letra 'I Found Me'

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