Текст (слова) песни: Z-Ro - And 2 My G`s

 
[Z-Ro] 
One of my partnas have been shot 
And all that`s going through my mind 
Is he dead or alive, when I`m pacing the flo` 
And looking around 4-5 
Thinking of the worst, but nobody would tell me the drama 
But the silence is killing me, checking on his family 
Saying a prayer for him and his mama 
Come through sit at his bedside, and ease his pain 
Relieve my tension, I`m flinching when they mention name 
Big D, come G, I don`t want you to die 
Remember when we use to dip 
In your day-day Coupe and get high 
Remember, when you use to think I was crazy and wouldn`t chill with me 
You come to get me up the flip, and smoke some kill with me 
I really appreciate the love that was shown 
I`ma keep the faith and never leave you alone 
You can depend on me, got down on my knees 
And I prayed, until you recovered 
Then jumped your big ass, right back off in the game 
Because there`s money to be made, and I won`t knock you 
Just watch yourself when you in them streets 
And keep your heater, under your seat when you creep 
 
[Hook - 4x] 
And to my G`s 
Don`t worry bout a damn thang 
 
[Z-Ro] 
You use to call me G.I., but to me you was s soldier indeed 
Even though you dodged the cops daily, you would hit my crib up with weed 
Freestyling to beats, and smoking on fire sweet and parlay 
You should of got a purple heart, for living in a war everyday 
If he`s really a friend, you would turn him in 
That`s what the laws would tell us 
And fellas would talk about turning you in 
How could your hood be so jealous 
And ready to give out the location, of a G on the move 
Somebody tell me, is your partna`s freedom worth some money to you 
But I know he`s in the county jail stressed, fuck stabbing you in your back 
Cause they smile up in your face, and stab you in your chest 
And its kinda hard, to receive the swishas they pass me 
When I feel I got to watch the people, they call his still family 
Must a song be coming, cause it happened the way you said it would unfold 
My name is Grady, and they watch me like the Super Bowl 
Now that your not around, I`ma still put it down the way you told me to do 
And when I go gold its dedicated to you, and to my G`s 
 
[Hook - 4x] 
 
[Verse 3] 
I`m still trying to figure out what happened 
One minute you here, then the next you was gone 
Just think quick, I lost my nigga 
Victimized to the game, and we still mourn 
But nigga hold on, cause I know its living life 
Trapped in this cell, trying to ease the pain 
But it still remains, every time I put you in jail 
And its hard to accept the fact, that you a cellmate my nigga 
Po` out some liquor, and sho` wish was here to light, up this swisha 
And I`ll never forget the advice you gave me bout life, cause you were right 
Don`t shake them dikes, cause the rules apply, ain`t always precise 
I`m paying a price, my freedom been taken away 
And they threw away the key, trapped in misery 
Cause suffering forced me to run these streets so desperately 
And to my G`s watch your back, cause it ain`t no love in these streets 
It seems like each day, there`s a different way, to fall victim to defeat 
Cause if you real with your boy, it don`t hurt to see him fall off 
When a forty get low point to the curb, just letting you know you thought of 
No matter what when you get out, thangs`ll still be the same 
But until then hold on nigga, and don`t worry bout a damn thang 
 
[Hook - 4x] 
 
[Z-Ro] 
This world is not my home, I`m just a passing through 
My treasures are laid out, somewhere beyond the blue 
The angels beckon me, from Heaven`s open doors 
And a nigga can`t feel at home in the this world no mo` 
Feel at home in this world no mo`
 

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