Z-Ro The Crooked chords and lyrics - Z-RO

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[F]The swisher papers
[G]got me [Am]dying so I practice smoking [F]squares
And I see [G]death around the [Am]corner so
I'm quick to say a [F]prayer
Living my life on [Am]the corner with thugs
selling my drugs [F]known as a [G]chiller
But [Am]push my button watch your life
'cause I [F]transform to a killer
Me sipping the [Am]drink me

[Verse 2]
smoking me dank me
tipping me [F]herb [Am]and formaldehyde
Open it all of me niggas are ready to [F]ride
Could I be innocent [Am]till
proved guilty by Judge Judy
[F]But the fac[Am]t remains,
they confiscated my weed and [F]my uzi

[Verse 3]
Now [Am]I'm in correctional facilities,
living raw
Sharing a [E]cell with the niggas that I
[Am]whooped on in the free world
But ain't a goddamn thing [F]changed
I'm still breaking a [Am]jaw
Ain't fin to lose no sleep, over [F]none one of y'all,
one of [E]y'all with [F]fours
Could [Am]run up on me, and

[Verse 4]
[Am]
I guarantee that [F]one of y'all gonna fall
I'm just [Am]here to do my time,
not to trouble you, [F]but I'ma drop
[E]These jea[G]lous hat[Am]ers until they hear one- nine-
three- two- o- seven- [F]o- six- [Am]eight- T- [G]W
[Am]In the free world one more god damn gi[E]n,
causing havoc and fury
I'ma [Am]be popping pills,

[Verse 5]
[Am]
smoking that kill and for the mem[F]bers of the jury
[Am]'Cause vengeance is mine,
[E]but I'm locked down, [F]feeling forsaken
And my [Am]pen is mightier than the sword
because my [F]tools have been taken
[Am]Straight from the streets of Houston Texas
[E]yes my [F]freedom they took [Am]it

[Verse 6]
But motherfuckers can't [Am]take
my will [E]to sur[F]vive nigga
I'm Z- Ro [Am]the Crooked

[Verse 7]
In the [Am]wicked world, [F]here come the [E]cham[Am]pion,
look [F]out, look out
[Am]Abra cadabra, and running with the gun i[E]n me[Am] hand,
look out[F], look out
[Am]Hallucinations

[Verse 8]
are tricking me,
making me [F]think I'm about to die
Could it be [Am]that fire that somebody really have
a [F]three- 54 plus three pointed [Am]at me
They giving me stitch of rect
[F]angles and squares
[Am]Asking me what does this mean to me?
But I'm ready for the [F]combat

[Verse 9]
give me
my [Am]motherfucking law back
Bitch I don't want no needles in [F]me,
y'all [Am]thinking I mean it, trying to do me
In a room full of ever men taking my
[F]mind to a place that I never been
[Am]But I'm a soldier roamed the battlefield,
[F]in the mid[Am]dle of the war

[Verse 10]
You either have to [Am]die or [F]have to [Am]kill,
[F]so I ain't guilty mot[Am]herfucker
Raise up off of my N- U- T's,
'cause you can't harm me
Everlasting, I'm ever blasting I recking you
[F]better get the army to [Am]swarm me
Because the Indonesia canibus helps
me tackle [E]the pain
[Am]But I'm getting so weak because

[Verse 11]
[Am]
I'm shackled in chain[F]s
Now my [Am]brain is going insane,
feeling like my spirit is [F]about to [Am]get evicted
'Cause I'm a victim of a world [F]so wicked,
time and time
I [Am]ask myself why did they turn the heat [F]up,
I [E]was chas[Am]ing paper

[Verse 12]
But niggas was [Am]jealous because
they couldn't [F]keep up
I'm [Am]Z- Ro the Crooked

[Verse 13]
(I ain't [Am]ditching old punk
ass nigga)
(Look in my motherfucking
eyes nigga)
(Until I die, I'ma be real)

[Verse 14]
Show [Am]me a mercy ov[E]erwhelmed
in deep distress
Al though I real[Am]ize it's nothing but a[F] test,
but I can't [G]take it
[Am]'Cause my brain is going insane lately,
see [Em]how many
[Am]Enemies [G]that I [Am]have and how
viscously they [F]hate me
De[G]liver my life from [Am]they power

[Verse 15]
forgive my sins,
[F]see my sorrow, [Am]feel my pain
Let it never be said I trusted [F]you in vein
[Am]Long as I'm walking this earth my
problems go from [E]bad to [F]worse
And I know it's [Am]gonna be that way until
they lower my casket [F]in the dirt
But [Am]all I'm asking for is

[Verse 16]
just a little piece of [F]mind,
[E]and I kno[Am]w
That if I keep the faith it shouldn't
be hard for [F]me to find
But my [Am]mind is hard to turn the other [F]cheek,
could of been a [Am]wise man

[Verse 17]
Because of the [Am]revelation
of scripture that I speak
[F]Everyday for twenty mot[Am]herfucking years
A nigga been [F]fa cing so [Am]many fears,
and nothing shedding so many tears
[F]But dear Sandra don[Am]'t cry,
all I can say is if they [F]kill me [Am]I took it

[Verse 18]
But even in death I'm [Am]victorious
they couldn't [F]fade me
I was Z- Ro the Crooked