Never Been by Z-ro
The less I fuck with you niggas, the better I feel
Don't know no nothin' else what I can be if I wasn't real
I borrowed those lines from Plies, that's just how I feel
Brass knuckles and a 38 with a beam, that's just how I chill
AK-47 and a ski mask, that's how I kill
Professional dranka' my nigga, my cup will never spill
Where I'm from, the police is the only thing I'll run from
Only thang on my mind is money, and what bitch I can get some from
I ain't never been a bitch, don't know how to be a hoe
Only thing I know how to do is collect my dough
So if you owe me money, pay me on time
8-7-tre-4-2-4, death before dishonor on mine
Me be a punk, I would have to leave this world for that
Matter fact my momma coulda' had a girl for that
If I hold my hands a certain when I'm in the courtroom
That could guarantee me walkin' out of the courtroom
Ain't no other rapper got a set of skills like Ro got
I swear I'm half a man and half machine, call me Ro-bot
You ain't gotta wonder if Z-Ro gon' ever sell out, Z-Ro not
From Greenspoint to Mo-City, Texas, all of that's Ro block
Kick door burglars started in my hood, so watch yo' door lock
Kick that bitch in, roll in yo' shit, take everything and then roll out
That was '94, I was hiding out, homicide was trying to find me
Ain't that a bitch, now I got my whole city and state behind me
I'm cool as a popsicle, in the freezer, in the winter time
But I'm a damn fool and a half about respect, so give me mine
Uhhh, so when they lay me in my hole
They gon' say that was a man right there homie, I put that on my soul
[Hook]
I ain't never been a bitch or don't know how to be a hoe
Only thing I know how to do is go get the dough
The cheese, the bread, the feria, lucci
Hoe I just want what's in your purse, you can keep the cuchi
I ain't never been a bitch or don't know how to be a hoe
Only thing I know how to do is go get the dough, Heyy
Even if they kill me I ain't going no where
Turn up the volume to the radio, I'll be right there
(Ro-Pac) It feels so good to be free, I ain't even thinkin' bout a penitentiary
Apple sauce and yellow grits, that ain't breakfast
T-bone steak and eggs back in Screwed Up Texas
Ain't a thang change, everything still the same
Haters still hate the gangbangers still bang
But we still fuck with it, lil' body that's makin' change
Snitches still need a record deal cuz they still sang
You ain't no woman, you a bitch to me
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