Z-Ro - Made



Ever since my early teens I've been a loco on these streets

'Cause gold is for 24 I go for broke on these streets

My flow is a young Mike Tyson when he hit on niggas

And even when I'm countin' off I still spit on niggaz


No super friends I smoke purple stuff alone in my room

That cush made me leave my body I was gone in my room

Mad swangas, to mo no blocks, I switch cars like socks

Either it's somethin' with the roof missin' or a hard white top


Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes

Now what they spend on a house I blow on designer glasses

Even without a platinum plaque, but this ain't cappin'

I'm just tellin' you what my life like, so this ain't rappin'


Don't you ever tell the captain, that my money ain't right

Might have to pay money to spray money 'cause money ain't right

No more throwin' no bodies so I can stand on these streets

I got an army behind me 'cause I'm the man on these streets


That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right

That's right, that's right, that's right, I get my muthafuckin' money

That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right

That's right, that's right, that's right, I get my muthafuckin' money


I did some time locked down, but now I'm back on these streets

Here to save y'all from all this wack rap on these streets

I left y'all with I'm still livin', provin' I wasn't dead

If you wonder why I'm out early, my lawyer got his bread


Much love to my industry homies, who didn't forget about me

Paul Wall, Pimp C and my partner Fliperaci

But since I do business with rap a lot the feds watch me

But I'm like Shaq up under the backboards, they can't stop me


When I was hustlin' no police could find a rock near me

Now that I ain't hustlin' they can see all of my rocks clearly

B S foldas, ava smokas, these are of Joseph

Known to catch you in the club free and make women wanna get closer


Homie don't get it twisted 'cause you see me on a poster

You disrespect me, the magnum come out the holsta like it's 'sposed ta

[Incomprehensible] man on these streets

I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm the man on these streets


I'm a hit man, whatever I'm aimin' at I hit man

After I hit her she can't stand up without a kickstand

Not a special kind of fool, just hit her with the mule

If she find the itch to set me up I'll hit her with the tool


I got a daughter to raise, I ain't tryin' to leave

Plus all this money I'm makin' you think I ain't tryin' to breathe

Inhale, exhale now that's better

Over 800,000 independent, now that's cheddar


That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right

That's right, that's right, that's right, I get my muthafuckin' money

That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right

That's right, that's right, that's right, I get my muthafuckin' money

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