The Same One - Z-Ro

Woke up with fifty some odd niggas, bumping they gums

God I tried to be calm, but everywhere I go it’s like Vietnam

I tried to be Joseph McVey, but hey

Niggas be bringing the killer, back out of me everyday

The same niggas, I broke with and got fed with me

Stood behind the trigger, when the infrared lead hit me

In my conclusion, ain’t no such thing as a friend all I know

Homicides are homies plotting, trying to sniff off my ends

Like they a bloodhound, or a cuz-hound

Fuck you dollas, they’ll lay they blood or they cous' down

It’ll be the same nigga you be rolling with, and fucking with hoes

That’ll tell your woman you unfaithful, cause you fucking with hoes

Same nigga sit down to piss, unable to stand up straight

They the reason real niggas, doing time up-state

Talking to two 2−2 clips, cause they hustle is dead

The block is too hot for em, so they snitching to get they bread

It be the same one, claiming that he’s down for life

That’ll come, and lay you down tonight

Same nigga I retaliated fo', with 45's and K’s

The one that got me, doing time today no lie

Same nigga out of FED, running low on his bread

Same nigga, trying to get between my lil' mama legs

It be the same one you figured, was closest to ya

That’ll talk abot you, like he never knew ya

Pamnick State Jail, I got eight months to do

And it’s a trip, I see niggas banging for sodas and soups

In front of my eyes, I witnessed niggas get mad and bitch

If don’t nobody feed em, y’all niggas oughtta walk with a switch

I deliver blows to the nose, of my feminine foes

I promise I bet not see you fellas, at none of my shows

Talking down in a penalty, that could send you to the doctor

Touch you up, and try to fit you in your property locker

Now dig these blues, I heard that I was paying for protection

Ol' coward ass nigga, 35 bunk

I got speakers bigger than you, in back of my trunk

So I kick’s it with 21 and 44, and 29 bunk

Whoop the suffer spread, and watch the time rewind

His fellas hate us, cause we stay in the commissary line nigga

It be the same one screaming, that he’s down for life

That’ll set up a robbery, and lay me down tonight

That’s why I travel with my bitch only

Cause when she opens her mouth, niggas can’t click on me

Peep out the conversation of a chrome cop killer, drop niggas and bitches

These snitches got me cool, if they without niggas and bitches

Ain’t a thang changed, friends ain’t friends no more

I’m on the clock for Lil' James, Rap-A-Lot Mafia hard core

If you hang around smokers, you most likely to be one

I’ma hang around some money, cause I’m trying to get me some

Fucking with bitch niggas, jeopardizes my life and freedom

So I fuck’s with Grey D, gon scoop him up and then here we come

We infamous and keep doing, can’t stop the shit what we done

Relaxing is an action, that could make your life a rerun

That’s the reason, I roll around Houston with two or three guns

Z-Ro and anybody killer, respect it when you see one