No Games lyrics

Artist: Z-Ro
Album: Power
Song: No Games
Typed: Lil Hustle

[Z-Ro]
I'm from Missouri City, Texas, Ridgemont to be exact
Where you haters come, to get your wig stomped
And 9-1-1 is just a number, cause the laws ain't coming
We all got Glock 40's, and let em thump
So before, I sell my soul
A n*gga like me'll do my whole sentence, with no parole
Damn it I'm tired of falling short, everytime I set a goal
But if we get pulled over I'm gon claim what's mine
Ain't gon try to act like I don't know who it's fo'
Y'all n*ggas be telling lies, straight up snitching
Probably p*ss sitting down cause y'all women, with your make-up on switching
Me I stand up on ten toes, won't fall for nothing
f*ck a percentage I need the total, it's all or nothing
I never ran from anybody, a coward I can't be that
Or get beat the f*ck up by one of these ho ass n*ggas, I just can't see that
I'm the King of the Ghetto mayn, they call me Z-Ro
Yeah it's cool to take a picture, but don't f*ck with me ho cause uh

[Hook]
Z-Ro, don't play no games-games
Hell naw, I don't play no games-games
Stash spot for my burner, in my car do' mayn-mayn
Yeah I'm rapping, but I'm still trapping stacking that dope mayn-mayn
[Z-Ro]
If you hang with haters, you might pick up some of they produty
Since I love me how I am, one deep is how I gotta be
If ends don't make his best friend, the victim of a robbery
So I don't expect none of my people, to ride or die for me
I handle my own beef, I don't need back-up
Cause if they talking bout jumping me, I'm raising my gat up
See all I have in this world, is my balls and my pride
f*ck talking about you behind your back, I'm trying to see your eyes
Then I say something, unlike these mark ass n*ggas because they stay bumping
Telling motherf*ckers they whip, but can't afford to lay away something
And every bad b*tch come around, they swear they had em
But when they close enough to touch, n*ggas won't reach out and grab em
I ain't never, had to lie on my poll
Cause everytime it get swoll, I select something to fold and leave it swoll
Hope she don't try to go through my pockets, when I'm asleep though
Yeah it's cool to bump and grind, but don't f*ck with me ho cause uh

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
I talk like and walk like, a gangsta my n*gga
One in the chamber, in case I meet up with danger my n*gga
You fail to plan, then you plan to fail
I plan on receiving residuals, from all my record sales
I stand on stages alone, just me and the microphone
Do one of your favorite songs, take some pictures then I'm gone
Instead of going to a mansion, I'm headed back to the block
It's time to get the trap cracking, I move marijuana and crack rock
Not saying that you're bad, for saying I'm chasing cash
Cause depending on rap money, I'd be broke and on my ass
Whatever I gotta do, to stay up on my feet
It's a guarantee I'mma do it, until I see me deceased
Now if you do some ho sh*t in front of me, I'mma let you know
And if it hurts you to hear it, don't come around a real n*gga no mo'
Take your feelings out your pockets, cause it means nothing to Z-Ro
Yeah y'all can make motherf*cker feel guilty, but not me though
[Hook - 3x]