Z-Ro - Final Curtain Call Lyrics
(talking)I could feel it, ain't no more thinking boutThe sun gone shine[Z-Ro]Dj Screw, Fat Mafio, and Gator are goneI want to be strong but lately the pain won't leave me aloneFor myself, crawl down and get away from this dramaNo understanding by my father can't even talk to my mamaGot the world on my shoulders and it's too heavy to holdThinking suicide, but that won't be too good for my soulStarted out as a christian but sinning took over my mindTime after time just for show that I resort to the crimeWhere my real niggas at, the ones I helped in the pastNow that I'm doing bad and I ain't got no cash to make me laughI done got you where I want but holler if I rollThey want to know how many big faces a Mo City don foldWant to jack me when I'm through and do my niggas for lifeIt's deja vue for me to be face to face with triggers tonightI know your bad movs are swift really soon I'll be goneNow try to cover up together just want some love before I'm goneStill thinking of best free, no better person on the planetSteady be driving away people I love and I can't understand itGod damn it how can I love without loving myselfHaving visions of me pulling the trigger slugging myselfI done went from rags to riches, riches to rags now I'm stuckPlus my boo is acting nautios because I'm bout to truckAnd I ain't did nothing, when I grab something and start dumpingAin't got no time for ***** just pimping a pen and bumpingOn the hottest block, making sure the bills stay paidPick it up and drop it now flossing until I'm down in the graveWhen it happen let it happen cause I won't bust backRetaliation from busters trying to get they nuts backI take it like a man, knowing I gave this life my allNo more hooks, no more verses this is my final curtain call(Chorus: Bettye Sterling)After the rain, after the rainI still feel the pain, feel the painMy final curtain call, asking y'allLet me pray for my dogs, all of y'all[Pup]Living a thug life in blood it's like hell at homeSo many cops around my hood it's like jail at homeBut still I roam, on the block, with a pocket full of sweetsSo much sales, so much smoke I got to get lifted out my feetCause if I wasn't some of y'all niggas would be dead round hereAnd pull par, we give you hot lead round hereAnd niggas scared round here, cause I'm a natural born killerRidgemont gorilla give you more chills than thrillersI'm bone hard, you better open up your chest at willThe only investment that I receive was a talented dealThis life is real, and it ain't having no mercy manSo you still struggle seem like a nigga be thirsty for painI'm going insane, but to maintain it's really the keyBut it's hard to do that when these hoe niggas is pressuring meIt ain't no lecture in me, I'm gone remain a gThis for weed, come to port that's for P-U-P cause I'm a(Chorus - 2x)