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The less I fuck with you niggas, the better I feel
Donât know no nothinâ else what I can be if I wasnât real
I borrowed those lines from Plies, thatâs just how I feel
Brass knuckles and a 38 with a beam, thatâs just how I chill
AK-47 and a ski mask, thatâs how I kill
Professional drankaâ my nigga, my cup will never spill
Where Iâm from, the police is the only thing Iâll run from
Only thang on my mind is money, and what bitch I can get some from
I ainât never been a bitch, donât know how to be a hoe
Only thing I know how to do is collect my dough
So if you owe me money, pay me on time
8-7-tre-4-2-4, death before dishonor on mine
Me be a punk, I would have to leave this world for that
Matter fact my momma couldaâ had a girl for that
If I hold my hands a certain when Iâm in the courtroom
That could guarantee me walkinâ out of the courtroom
Ainât no other rapper got a set of skills like Ro got
I swear Iâm half a man and half machine, call me Ro-bot
You ainât gotta wonder if Z-Ro gonâ ever sell out, Z-Ro not
From Greenspoint to Mo-City, Texas, all of thatâs Ro block
Kick door burglars started in my hood, so watch yoâ door lock
Kick that bitch in, roll in yoâ shit, take everything and then roll out
That was â94, I was hiding out, homicide was trying to find me
Ainât that a bitch, now I got my whole city and state behind me
Iâm cool as a popsicle, in the freezer, in the winter time
But Iâm a damn fool and a half about respect, so give me mine
Uhhh, so when they lay me in my hole
They gonâ say that was a man right there homie, I put that on my soul
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I ainât never been a bitch or donât know how to be a hoe
Only thing I know how to do is go get the dough
The cheese, the bread, the feria, lucci
Hoe I just want whatâs in your purse, you can keep the cuchi
I ainât never been a bitch or donât know how to be a hoe
Only thing I know how to do is go get the dough, Heyy
Even if they kill me I ainât going no where
Turn up the volume to the radio, Iâll be right there
(Ro-Pac) It feels so good to be free, I ainât even thinkinâ bout a penitentiary
Apple sauce and yellow grits, that ainât breakfast
T-bone steak and eggs back in Screwed Up Texas
Ainât a thang change, everything still the same
Haters still hate the gangbangers still bang
But we still fuck with it, lilâ body thatâs makinâ change
Snitches still need a record deal cuz they still sang
You ainât no woman, you a bitch to me
And a friend, still ainât shit to me
Everytime I make a hundred thousand dollars, here they come
If Iâm doing bad, they the ones I donât here from
Yâall niggas ainât real like Hawk and Screw
And since yâall ainât them, yâall the ones Iâm talkinâ too
Yâall niggas ainât shit, yâall pussies and some tits
But got the nerve to say you a blood or a crip
First one to set trip, but the first one to run
Own six or seven guns, but you never shot one
I praise towards the sun everyday before Iâm done
When it rain on me it ainât water, its money by the ton
Iâm only one man with an Earth worth of foes
They hate me in the hood, in public and at my shows
If looks can kill I die when they ride by
But ask them why they hate me and they donât know why
Send a playa through hell and back, then they sent me to prison
But check me out homie Iâm free and Iâm still livinâ
So many women and men donât want me to win
I got God, thatâs why they bullets canât break my skin
Roll foreign in the winter, American in the spring
Any other time a playa, stretch Hummer limousine
Whether you see me in person, or in a magazine
I keep bags of purple, ainât no moâ bags of green
Iâm white t-shirt, white wands and blue jeans
The MVP and the only player on my team
The female scream cuz Iâm the man of they dreams
Iâm represented by my piece, chain, watch and my ring
Yea Iâm on the radio, yea Iâm on the television
But never sellinâ my soul is the most important mission
No moâ whippin chickens up in the kitchen, nigga please
If I ainât pimpin my bitches, then I must be over seas
I drop a lot of CDâs, thatâs how I make cheese
So much ice in my mouth, my breath is a cool breeze
Pardon my rainbow, a playa just had to sneeze
My game tight 360 degrees
I ainât a fresh prince, Iâm a muthafuckinâ king
This ainât a pistol, this is a muthafuckinâ machine
50 caliber brown, and this is something you never seen
Big enough to hit when it miss, and it donât need a beam
I shake a lot of hands, walk across a lot of stages
My signature at the bottom of a lot of pages
Even without a diamond I still shine bright
And I hog the lime light, thatâs because I rhyme tight
Kush keep my mind right, cuz I stress so bad
Sometimes I lose my temper and get so mad
But a voice say, âRo, focus and get yoâ cashâ
You wanna know if I do that, you better bet yoâ ass, BEOTCHH!!!