z-ro power 2007 album download Z-ro power 2007 album download. Completing the CAPTCHA proves you are a human and gives you temporary access to the web property. What can I do to prevent this in the future? If you are on a personal connection, like at home, you can run an anti-virus scan on your device to make sure it is not infected with malware. If you are at an office or shared network, you can ask the network administrator to run a scan across the network looking for misconfigured or infected devices. Another way to prevent getting this page in the future is to use Privacy Pass. You may need to download version 2.0 now from the Chrome Web Store. Cloudflare Ray ID: 66a62999aa321691 • Your IP : 188.246.226.140 • Performance & security by Cloudflare. My Life Lyrics. Who is my friend who is my foe, I just can't tell no mo' Cause seem like everywhere I go, somebody got a problem with Ro It might be somebody from the past, or somebody I don't know Bottom line I ain't never f*cked with nobody, why y'all f*cking with me fo' It's a trip, to see how all these people scream my name Cause I could remember whole lot of em, that said I'd never make it in the rap game Look at me now though, I got cars and cash And since I'm able to say f*ck regular weed, I get hydro by the bag I'm the same nigga white tennis shoes, blue jeans and a white t- shirt 24/7 all day and night, around the clock that's how we work I could give a f*ck, about these niggaz wanting beef They been muted by my paper chase, interrupt me you might come up deceased Bitch I'm a product, of the streets Plus I'm an animal that seem raw and untamed, and J. Prince got me off the leash I'm a motherf*cking beast, when it come down to my bread Hey red you pull the cover back, it's time to lay in your bed. [Hook:] In my life, don't nobody wanna see me win In my life, they'd rather see me disgusted with no ends In my life, everyday another friend turn to a foe That's why my motto is f*ck friends, hand me my do' In my life, I still struggle to make ends meet It ain't gravy just cause you see me on TV, I'm almost back on the streets In my life, bitch I done seen and heard it all So I'm one deep till my casket, I ain't f*cking with y'all. [Z-Ro:] I use to ride or die for you, like you was my gal or something Simply cause you gave a damn about me, when I had nothing When all the homies use to laugh at me, because I was broke You would make a plate for me, and we might sip a six or a fo' And even though you had a nigga, you said I could spend the night. But out of respect for both of y'all, I chose to kick it under the street light Hell yeah I was attracted to ya baby, and you know that I still feel like we look good, together on a Kodak But a lot of bullshit, been floating round in the air I 'sposed to said some disrespectful shit, now you hate a playa And to that skinny bitch with the rigid gold, you need to shut the hell up Tal'n bout I made you suck my dick for a ride, yeah I made your throat swell up But tell it, how it really went down Cause we was coming from the studio, and you leaned over from the passenger side Yeah you was trying to get me, to let you spend the night But since I turned you down, you throwing mo' salt in my life. [Z-Ro:] Life is hard but it's fair, and even though it might rain I got my galoshes plus my umbrella, ain't no stopping me mayn Whenever seen my way I'ma deal with it, then send it right back I been the underdog all my life, that's why I bark like that And f*ck a friend nigga, y'all wasn't trying to kick it when I didn't have no ends nigga Y'all must think, I'm a fool Prolly just wanna flip in my whip, and have me pay for the weed But I'll be damned if I blow my hard earned money, on anyone else but me I came to this bitch one deep, and that's how I'm gon go And the way I see it I owe nobody nothing, ain't nobody gon get no do' Z-Ro King of the Ghetto, and the Mo City Don Everybody around me is strapped, that's why you never see me with a gun I get my funds, cause it's the time of the month to pay bills I ain't rich, ain't no difference between me and the people across the street for real Homie, I'm just trying to pay bills I ain't rich, ain't no difference between me and the people across the street for real. Going Down In The South Lyrics. Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click, or rep the Swishahouse And we don't play games we gon take aim, or punch you in your mouth On a paper chase for that big bread, H.P.D. act like dick heads Cause they wanna know what we're smoking, and how much coedine in our big red And we stay draped in VVS diamonds, VS1's And we don't tolerate jackers, we take jackers to Vietnam Sunday night is well connected, with Big Steve and Captain Jack Tuesday night we at the rocks, with ten cars deep and all them Lacs Jumping stacks dump a gat, steel jabs and quarterbacks Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap, money we need all of that Bulgari glasses on my face, hand cannon on my waist Candy blue paint on my ride, Trouble in the front in the back is Grace Joseph McVey that's my name, and I taste diamonds in my mouth f*ck a nigga named Lloyd Banks, it's going down in the South. [Hook:] Pistol packers and jackers, and bad ass bitches on the track Everybody you come across, trying to stack stacks It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) We got diamonds in our mouth, around our arms and round our necks Six or seven days, and we ain't been to sleep yet It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) [Big Boss:] It all started with a tour of the B.C., to a half of the O.G. Some dudes still fish swear, in a spot that's low key You niggaz don't know me, you so baloni You play in the pig pen, I hang where the folks be We don't talk to police, leave that to you fonies. Disguised as homies, to get me felonies I forever be lonely, just me and my coedine My tech has no beam, my aim is so clean Been at it since 14, you can't control me So quit the baloni, 'fore I go where your folks sleep Hit your block and it's on G, the strap sits cozy It claps but don't speak, leave flats no slowly So don't provoke me, I was raised in the struggle Good kush and kool-aid, so they stay in a huddle If you call me on the blank runs, the next time it's double f*ck stunting but if you want, Boss'll teach you how to hustle. Z-ro power 2007 album download. %20%2Bgender%3AM&collection_id=1949342|title=Texas Birth Index, 1903–1997|publisher=FamilySearch|url-status=live|archive- url=https://web.archive.org/web/20161229173833/https://familysearch.org/search/collection/results? count=20&query=%2Bgivenname%3AJoesph. Rapper songwriter record producer. 1Deep J Prince Rap-a-Lot Asylum KMJ Presidential Straight Profit Fisherboy. ABN Screwed Up Click Big Hawk Big Moe Lil' Flip Scarface Slim Thug UGK. Joseph Wayne McVey IV (born January 19, 1977), better known by his stage names Z-Ro and the Mo City Don , is an American rapper from Houston, Texas. He was named one of America's most underrated rappers by The New York Times in 2007. [4] Contents. Early life and career Legal case Discography Albums References. Early life and career. Z-Ro was born Joseph Wayne McVey IV in Houston's South Park neighborhood on January 19, 1977. [5] When he was six, his mother died, and he was shuttled from household to household in search of stability, eventually settling in the Ridgemont area, a middle-class neighborhood in Southwest Houston near the suburb of Missouri City. [5] When Z-Ro reached his late teens he was unemployed and resorted to drug dealing and hustling on the streets.