Z-ro - The Same One lyrics

(*talking*) Say Mike Dean, dig these blues (Z-Ro) Woke up with fifty some odd n***az, 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 n***az be bringing the k**er, back out of me everyday The same n***az, 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 f** you dollas, they'll lay they blood or they cous' down It'll be the same n***a you be rolling with, and f**ing with hoes That'll tell your woman you unfaithful, cause you f**ing with hoes Same n***a sit down to piss, unable to stand up straight They the reason real n***az, 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 (Hook) It be the same one, claiming that he's down for life That'll come, and lay you down tonight Same n***a I retaliated fo', with 45's and K's The one that got me, doing time today no lie Same n***a out of FED, running low on his bread Same n***a, 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 (Z-Ro) Pamnick State Jail, I got eight months to do And it's a trip, I see n***az banging for sodas and soups In front of my eyes, I witnessed n***az get mad and b**h If don't nobody feed em, y'all n***az 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 a** n***a, 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 n***a (Hook) (Z-Ro) 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 b**h only Cause when she opens her mouth, n***az can't click on me Peep out the conversation of a chrome cop k**er, drop n***az and b**hes These snitches got me cool, if they without n***az and b**hes 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 f**ing with b**h n***az, jeopardizes my life and freedom So I f**'s with Grey D, gon scoop him up and then here we come We infamous and keep doing, can't stop the sh** 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 k**er, respect it when you see one (Hook)