| Songwriters: Jones, Richie & Sharpe, Damon & Kupper, Eric & Lawson, Greg |
| F& H20, Mr. 3−2 |
| I’m sick of being lied to, giving it my all, you know I tried to Maintain in the family is a must, I would of died to Do anything for my peeps |
| But it seems they would rather see me sleep six feet deep |
| But when I’m on my feet somebody got they hand out though |
| That’ll feel me broke the heat be hiding the rain watch me soke |
| That’s the millennium love if you can pay your way, maybe you can stay |
| In the mean time they hate you everyday |
| Want to see me and my baby girl break it off |
| Haters’ll stop they self-defense friends every ten minutes drop it’s off |
| When three’s comany and four is a crowd |
| And my situation is seven everybody else can move around |
| Look at your friends and your friends peeping, they burn bridges |
| In they household, come into your home and try to repeat it Got you looking at your people meaning shit |
| When it’s over you’re lonely talking about I should of seen that shit |
| Take a look at my life, everybody around here so shife |
| No love, no sacrifice, fellas in the street ain’t acting right |
| Watch your enemies dog, keep them close like your block |
| Most of the ones closest to you cause they want what you got |
| Long as you spending money on them and your buying the drugs |
| They gone be down like four flats and ain’t trying to budge |
| Say they love you everytime you rolling up the doe-doe |
| But when your ends don’t spend they tend to leave you solo |
| I know, that’s why I love Z-Ro, cause ain’t nobody else gone love me I think of myself, y’all don’t think of me |
| I’m all alone but guess what, that’s alright |
| Even though they use me for a punching bag, that’s alright |
| Even if my woman don’t want me no more, that’s alright |
| I got jesus and I can conversate with him all night |
| Give me a split that’s what I’m asking |
| Cause I get reary ducking haters as they passing |
| I wish I was a sociable person, but socializing ain’t for me I want to die by myself in these streets cause that’s love |
| It ain’t no love no more everybody about the dollar |
| That’s why when I pass by the G-O-V don’t holler |
| I pop my collar and don’t follow nobody |
| Keep god first and don’t need no killumanati |
| To put it on your mind cause I say on no pages |
| Stacking big faces and travel to many places |
| Sipping ski tastes straight out the gallon |
| Why don’t you take a lick and don’t swallow? |
| The games is backstabbing, crooked it ain’t right |
| Friends or kin folk it don’t matter we can fight |
| It’s whenever when we were boss want to do Cause I’ma pull dollar prime till I’m dead and I’m thorugh |
| A lot of friends turn to foes over money and hoes |
| I can’t believe my best homie ain’t my nigga no more |
| Remember days of playing hookie in the streets for fun |
| Now I’m getting dirty looks got me clutching my gun |
| On the one, I’ma shine like the sun my nigga |
| If I’m so low when I’m riding with some thugging niggas |
| Family members even say that I ain’t use to shit |
| Cause I stay high all day straight abusing shit |
| Cause lord knows Z-Ro ain’t got no regular living |
| Even though I’m, trying I feel as if I’m headed to prison |
| Or headed to the grave, could it be I’m running out of time |
| Feeling hopeless, I lost my mama then I lost my mind |
| Will I heal in time, scarred up with bruise and shot |
| But see the pain is in my brain, hitting like a stash spot |
| My life, my life, full of drama and bullshit |
| We burn this out of my foes pull quick, where the love at |