Z-ro - Talkin' Down On Me lyrics

[Z-Ro:] Since I been rollin' by myself, I keep that b**h Nina with me And if you my enemy, you don't wanna be the last n***a that seen her with me Z-Ro haters be makin' my attitude rude f** around & get stole on if you f** up my moves Dude, finally I found myself, I had to stop blowin' that kick 'em 'Cause eventually I would've drowned myself I already need a anger management cla** See if a buster cross me, it don't matter the situation I damage his a**. Soldier that's what I be. So b**h, why are you tryin' to play me like a H O E? Turn me loose so I can make it to the T O P It's like I'm in a bucket full of C R A B's. But I keep climbin' & I keep on rhymin' while they be bumpin' they gums Lookin' at my diamonds whinin' & blindin' no dumpin' they guns 'Cause they can't see me, b**h I'm invisible to the hate Thugged off in my kitchen cuttin' chemicals in my cakes. [Chorus: Z-Ro] Talkin' Down On Me from a safe place, now I'm in your face. What you gon' do now? Barrettas & Rugas on my person, they would do you if I burst 'em. What you gon' do now? Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops if you trespa**. You done f**ed up now. No bustin' in the sky first one through your thigh, second one's a chest blast. I done lucked you out now. [Z-Ro:] n***as be cool in my face, but hate behind my back Talk Down On Me in front of me, but not behind my ghat I bet you won't do that, I bet you scared of that iron Perpetratin' like you a gorilla, sellin' drinks in line You ain't never seen the Pen n***a, the penitentiary They talk rehabilitation, but look at what it did to me I smoke more & sip more than ever before Muthaf**ers get on my nerves, so I lean on that dro Tryin' to keep on droppin' a bomb on the b**h-made Don't be lookin' surprised, y'all made it this way I got a Vendetta with lifts that be tryin' to sink me Sendin' their friends after me & tryin' to link me To aggravated robbery & strong-arm jackin' Tryin' to throw me off my note, so I can't do no stackin' Johnny Cochran over lawyer got me out on bail Lookin' for n***as that was plottin' on receivin' my mail. [Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2] Talkin' Down On Me from a safe place, now I'm in your face. What you gon' do now? Barrettas & Rugas on my person, they would do you if I burst 'em. What you gon' do now? Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops if you trespa**. You done f**ed up now. No bustin' in the sky first one through your thigh, second one's a chest blast. I done lucked you out now.