Z-ro - Let Me Live My Life lyrics

[Z-Ro:] My life is like a crazy game, duckin' & dodgin' crooked cops On a mission fishin' for feddy, ready to make a knot I'm used to havin' less & I just can't deal with the stress And it seems like everywhere I go, another n***a wanna test Brother don't disrespect yourself & get yourself up in a vine 'Cause I'm a maniac with a mac & a black backpack Smokin' up on the urban fat sack, I'm tryin' to keep from goin' off But n***as be tryin' to make me starve when I need groceries in my house Wicked n***as say they be friends, but end up tryin' to k** your friends Always turn to foes, that's sayin' it's over millions Dealin' with dirty n***as on a daily basis I Don't really wanna f** with 'em, but see they baby faces I gotta survive. [Chorus:] [x2] Let Me Live My Life, n***a don't f** with me To deal out these deeds, then you die And when it's my time I hope I don't cry. [Z-Ro:] Livin' in the ghetto, day by day I'm bumpin' tryin' to make a profit 'cause I gotta get my pay You better keep watchin' me & pretty soon, you'll see man That I'm a real rich n***a from the Houston streets Fried out lickin' lookin' for something to eat I'm on a mission, whippin' birds like they stole something Pain, it make me wanna roll something I'm a soldier & I'm outta my mind Voicemail beepin' for days 'cause I'm out on the grind Guess my daddy didn't love me 'cause he turned his back Therefore the streets is my people, a n***a learned like that And I had to get up & bleed the block And it don't stop. [Chorus:] [x2] Let Me Live My Life, n***a don't f** with me To deal out these deeds, then you die And when it's my time I hope I don't cry. [Z-Ro:] My n***a Herman Fisher doin' fed time I remember like it was yesterday, it made the headlines, damn I had to start all over, but it didn't matter 'cause I was a soldier Walkin' around with a king size chip on my shoulder Missin' my mama while I lay down on benches to sleep Snatchin' purses & hoppin' fences just to eat Still I maintain, I'm still in the same game chasin' paper b**h n***as be up in my business, like oops I'm erasin' haters I'm S.U.C. for life, KMJ until I'm finished Like Popeye from the ghetto, but a n***a don't need no spinach All I need is my Nina when I be flippin' birds 'Cause all I have in this world is my balls & my word. [Chorus:] [x4] Let Me Live My Life, n***a don't f** with me To deal out these deeds, then you die And when it's mine I hope I don't cry.